I have been wanting to say bad words all day. I will vent my anger using a series of less offensive words which have all given me a considerable amount of stress today. All of them.
Tests files cheaters spill student loan money stress cramps shady hungry tired rude bills debt frustrated skewed bubblesheets white-out roommates heavy packing moving paying hand-grade late bus mean mom apartment contract scale gym stafford FAFSA phone call chubby candy staple sort apply single laundry dishes stress mess password laptop blankets lights organize appointment charge groceries sleep slow mean vote license proctor explain bully sticky note email loud disconnect commercial paper jam printer fax social security number transcript empty liars earrings time-punch advil tank top pills pass shoes date smell train.
Each of those words could have their own paragraph of complaints. I'm not going to do that, but just know that I could. And each of those paragraphs would be laced with so many expletatives they would probably delete my blogger account. It would be bad. Well it would be bad if I actually said swear words. Which I wouldn't. But I can't lie, I've definately been dropping the F-bomb in my head all day. And I don't ever even say that out loud. It's an involuntary thought process I am not proud of. Oy.