2.0 Rage Moment.
Let me just take this moment to express how much people who must be entertained, touched, babied and fucked every day make me want to rip out my own hair and shove it down their throat until they choke. If you are in a relationship and love each other, great. That’s fantastic. HOWEVER. Everyone is different, every relationship is different and every personality is different.
Each person has their own shit. I work at a very physically demanding job, I have some health issues (don’t we all). I write books, read, draw, videogame, clean, entertain dogs and a butt-ton of other creatures among many other hobbies. I am looking into a second job that I need to take a class to obtain. If me not fucking you, especially because I am sick and my face is sore, ruins your ENTIRE day and life- I don’t have words.
Begging is not cute, complaining makes my legs shut faster than the doors of my pet store when a cat gets lose. I am naturally so quick to anger that even when I manage to keep my mouth shut, I feel my eggs shrivel and fall out right then and there.
Moral of the story- bitchers don’t get laid. Entertain yourself. Be a person. I am ANGRY, as a general rule. People wonder why I am so brash and nasty sometimes. I’m a dick because your hard-on is not my responsibility. Literally, go fuck yourself and move on. Get a better hobby. Read a book. or DON’T DATE AN ANGRY LONER. RANT FINISHED.