My soul said, "No more" today.
I won employee of the month on Friday, at my temp agency. I'm truly honored, and that pisses me off. I've sunk so low (or perhaps been appropriately humbled) that winning temp of the month brought tears to my eyes.
I'm a God-damned, mother-fucking Doctor of Jurisprudence. Fuck anyone, including me, who argues with my accomplishments.
It's been an extraordinarily difficult month. I may or may not explain in the future. I could use a shoulder, but I'm pretty sure none will materialize. My Life seems perfectly designed for solitude, yet requiring high-end social skills.
Whatever, Life. I have no idea what you're up to, but I intend to win
Also, this just in. Sentence of the day,:
Little bro' to sister with a laundry basket.."FYI, If you have a dick towel, put it in here. "
S, you're corrupting my children. I wouldn't want it any other way. Stay filthy.