Weed dealers and their fuckery
Really heated with motherfuckers that can't answer their phones. I don't call and say these things for the fuck of it. Now I'm going to have a ton of other people pissed off at me because not ONE SINGLE MOTHERFUCKER can get their shit together and send a simple text saying HEY, KINDA BUSY AT THE MOMENT or make a 5 second phone call, or a simple FUCK OFF, so then things get allllll sorts of fuckkity fucked up, and no one is happy... So over it. When I start gardening my forest of green again, none of you will get to revel in its beauty. And when you ask why? WHY!? Do you not remember all those times you forgot to do your job? You know, the job YOU DECIDED TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? Remember? You’re supposed to like this job. For fuck sake! I’d sell drugs any day over sitting in a cubicle. Don't even get me fucking started today. I've never, NEVER, in my life, dealt with this much bullshit over a goddamn herb.
