Fucking Bastards!



The goddamn quilt shop I was romancing decided to go with the roaster in Little Falls. Fuck! I am so mad right now I can hardly see straight.

"They were more convenient," was the excuse.

What could be more fucking convenient than a roastery that's only three blocks away?

Linda, the lady I was working with, got removed from the project by the bitchy owner of the building, then bitchy owner of the building decided to go with that goddamn fucker from Little Falls. God, I hate that asshole and I've never even met him.

I hate this shit. I feel like I was stabbed in the fucking back and it sucks!

I want to just fucking cry. How the fuck am I supposed to make it in this goddamn business? If it isn't a fucking Caribou or Dunn Brothers going into all the fucking strip malls that keep getting built, it's that fucker from Little Falls trying to take my business away from me.

It just makes me want to fucking quit. But, of course, I can't because I owe too many people too much money.

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Anna said…
Please don't cry. I've done enough of that today for both of us.

Yeah, life sucks quite a bit at times. I'm also pissing sick of working, working, working on something, and then someONE goes and does something and ruins it all. I guess all you can do is keep going, because what's the alternative? But yeah... I feel your pain. As soon as I got home from school today I popped open a beer. Fuck that shit.

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