Whatever Screw You

I hate it when people bring their freaking PMS mood swings to work. What's worse is that it's not even work-related PMS. Don't show face if your heart is not here at work. I don't like being ignored, especially when I'm trying to get an important message across. The least this son of a bitch could do was nod. But no. He just walked off. Like he freaking owns the building. Yeah, you know what? I hope you walk directly into a wall. Go bury your face in cement or something. Or get hit by a truck. Or be peeled to death by a mob of carrot peelers.