Cried at work in front of my boss because I fucked up a job for the sixteen millionth time. I don’t think I’ve ever had a boss do a 180 from scolding to bad jokes to try and make me laugh. 512 more words
Tags » Bad Temper
“OH WE’RE SORRY. YOUR INSURANCE DOESN’T COVER LITHIUM UNLESS IT’S MAIL ORDER. HAHAHAHAHA”
eat my ass i will pee on everything you love.
I finally made the call to the insurance supported med delivery bullshit place, gonna call my doctor tomorrow and ask her to fax my scripts to them, then cross my fingers and pray that nothing interesting can be made out of lithium and latuda like… hyper death meth or super crack, so I can get it out of my mailbox without being shot or mugged. 243 more words
I need approximately 3.5 seconds to go from “This is the best day ever” to “I want to knee everyone in the guts.” Apart from my resting bitches that make me look like I’m mad at every single thing, is apparently, my really bad temper that doesn’t help clear that I’m not always bitchy. 321 more words
One more indication that I’m starting to relinquish whatever control I had over my feelings: losing my shit at my landlord.
Now, one might think ‘well, that’s uncalled for’ and ‘you need to be nice to the people you rent from’ and unto that I will reply you can suck my dick. 391 more words