How do they know?
Tuesday morning I snuck away to try and do some writing.
Fifteen minutes later I got a phone call, somebody needed their head plucked out of their ass.
Wednesday morning I snuck away again to try and do some writing.
Twenty minutes later I got another phone call to pick up someone.
The only way I’m going to get any writing done is by being left the f-alone.
It’s not that hard.
Don’t be an incompetent piece of garbage.
Fix your own clogged toilet. I keep plungers in each of our bathrooms for a reason. I’m not magical in my ability to unclog it with three strokes.
Use your eyeballs and keep track of your gas gauge. Anytime your car gets below half, you start planning your next gas stop.
I’m surrounded by “special people” and not all of them are children.
I run and try hiding away in order to write as I hope that by putting some distance between myself and the idiots, it might actually happen. Flipping cell phones need to be registered so that only non-derps can have one.
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Yeah, I know I’m ranting.
Derp!
Oh yeah… somebody made a big announcement last night.
DERP!
That is all,
Tootles.
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