I wrote shit. I broke shit. I fixed shit.

Fuck me. Fuck the fact it’s late. Fuck the fact I can’t right about the stressful week I’m planning at the 9-5 salt mine.

Fuck it, I’m becoming an aging prostitute, rich from the niche market of white, middle-aged and chubby. I’m tired of office politics is all.

By my photos might be working. Click left, click above, click below on the cute thumbnail. Just don’t click anything in my face or I’ll just half to hear the clicks of smashing metatarsals.

Yep. I’m cranky. Fuck everything.