Motherfucker.
So fucking cranky I could cry. Plus I’m late. I painted my toes and they look like shit. I ran out of nail polish remover. My building failed to mention they’d be turning off the water. So no workout for me..which would have probably elevated my mood for the rest of this rant. I put too much honey on my yogurt. First, I didn’t put enough. Plus since yesterday, I really miss my dad. Stupid feelings. My internet is slow. I still have to iron my skirt. If I start a fire, which I could since I’m retarded with heated appliances, I have no smoke detector or fucking water. Fuckers. Fucking shit cock sucking motherfucker cunt whore son of a bitch assholes. I like to curse when I’m mad. Otherwise, I don’t curse much. Idk why I’m telling you this. I’m so cranky. I want to cry. I’m THIRSTY. I don’t even want to get up. My day sounds complicated. I gotta go all the way uptown to this fucking unpaid internship (today I’m not happy to be working for free), pay 5 dollars in trains to be there 3 hours, make it downtown, to meet with someone to talk about me NOT working for free and the urgency for that to start…NOW. To then go all the way midtown, to meet my hot mess looking broker who doesn’t fucking listen to my budget and has me walking all around town walking into too expensive shoebox apartments for $1925. My heart is palpitating. This is me going ape shit.
I’m LATE.
