2 months and 4 days. Fucking incredible. Anyway, the graphics card is finally in transit and I have lost all my patience over this period of time. Guess who won't have a life and will finally binge Andromeda? Dis bitch.

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2 months and 4 days. Fucking incredible. Anyway, the graphics card is finally in transit and I have lost all my patience over this period of time. Guess who won't have a life and will finally binge Andromeda? Dis bitch.
4 hours later and I'm still wide awake. Why can't I just have a normally functioning body and brain. For once I just want to be a bit more like the stereotype...
Somebody fucking sedate me
It seems that every day of 2016 is either about “R.I.P. <insert important person’s name>, bombings, attacks, killers running amok, people breaking up or politics reversing any and every progressive step we’ve taken years to accomplish.
How can this be a good year to anyone?
Addition to my previous 10 things I learned in 2016 post:
Everyone lost someone this year. This year took away far too many great people. Innocent people. Amazing actors and actresses. Family members. Lovers.
One post can be super positive. This one is not.
2016 can suck ass for tearing people apart from one another far too soon.
2016 I fucking beg you, stop. Just stop.
For fucking once, don’t do this. If you let this cat die now, this year no longer has any hope. Give him more time, please. Please I fucking beg you.
I know I’m not a religious person anymore but if there is a God or if there is a miracle, please. Spare this cat for a while more. She needs him.
Please let him be okay.
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine You tell me stories of the sea And the ones you left behind
Whoever’s playing evil games with Voodoo-doll representing me has managed to a damn good job ever since the start of summer.
Seriously. Stop. I get it. Let me breathe for one day thanks.