I'M THINKING SINCE WE KINDA HAVE TWO FRIDAYS THIS WEEK, WE NEED A FUCK IT FRIDAY (PLUS THE POSTS SEEM TO BE CALLING OUT FOR IT).

SO FUCK IT!!!! IT'S SO FUCKING COLD HERE IN CHICAGO THAT I DON'T WANT TO GO OUTSIDE WITH MY DOG! LEARN TO SHIT IN THE CAT BOX FOR ONCE! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO GO THREE BLOCKS TO GET MY PILLS OR THE STUFF I NEED TO MAKE A FANCY PUMPKIN PIE!

ALSO, FUCK INCOMPLETE MESSAGES! "HOW ARE YOU AT MAKING PIE?" WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? DO I HAVE TO MAKE ALL THE PIES OR JUST ONE? AM I GOING TO HAVE 20-30 SETS OF SAD EYES STARING AT ME TOMORROW IF WE WALK IN WITH ONE PIE? WTF?

AND WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH MY ALCOHOL INTAKE? I DECIDE NOT TO DRINK FOR A WEEK AND ALL OF A SUDDEN IT MAKES ME SICK? I'D LIKE HUSBAND TO MAKE FROTHY PUMPKIN FLAVORED BEVERAGES TONIGHT BUT I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT!

AND FUCK STEAM RADIATORS!!! WHAT THE HELL? YOU'RE HALF ON THEN OFF AND I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER IT!!???!!!

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AND FUCK WHATEVER MADE MY DOG JUST BARK LIKE HE WAS BEING ATTACKED!!!! WE'RE 20 FEET IN THE AIR! YES, TRUCKS SUCK. Fine, I love you. Have a cookie.

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING FUCK IT TO TODAY?!?!!!!

EDIT: ALSO, FUCK THESE CATS! THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY, RIGHT ON TOP OF ME. FOR FUCK'S SAKE! YOUR DAD WILL GET BACK TONIGHT AND THEN GIVE YOU SOME LOVE! CAN'T YOU WAIT UNTIL THEN???