Ranting

Posotive thinking only makes me a raging cunt.

Oh, remember my rant about the pharmacy temp being out of range? THE FUCKING MEDICATION FRIDGE HAD BEEN LEFT OPEN SINCE SATURDAY. It’s going to be beeping all fucking day now.

Remember when I found a secret room in the house and threatened to build a hideout for myself and ignore the fact that I even exist? Pepperidge Farm remembers.