This woman. This woman. This woman. She bothers me. I swear she does. The sound of her voice does something disturbing to my soul. Its the kind of voice that makes you want to listen to angry rock music. The kind of music that’s blamed for school shootings. Its the kind of music I hear when ever I hear her, just trench coats and machine guns. I can’t stand it.
I think she likes to pick at me. she knows how much I need this job right now. As horrible as the pay is its my only option for the next two weeks. I swear. I want to curse and scream at the top of my lungs, but I promised myself I would work on not exploding the way I normally do. No big cursing fits. I will be more graceful with my anger. Even though being graceful means being quiet. I wish I could pay someone to punch her in her fat pig face. That requires money that I don’t have. I really want to fight her son. They share the same pig face. That would make me feel better. I know he can’t beat me. All this anger I have built up inside. fighting would be a healthy release. He might put up a good fight. I will still win. I’m going for the kill. Fight Club style. Yeah. I just wish she would go away and do something anything besides get on my fucking nerves. FUCKING PIG FACE LADY MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING HELL.
2 Weeks until my sanity,
KD
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