I hate people who beep for no reason. Your shitbox is asking for my rage. This is irrational, but you know what? I have a blog and i'm supposed to express my h8.
I want to buy some cheap mugs from the Reject Shop and just hurl them at you. I'm tired of talking to someone and being cut off by a beep. I'm tired of thinking that the beeps are for me. Do you want it floral? or do you want a Best Dad mug on your windshield?
This is worse than being asked for 50c by lads. Even the lads would tell you to illchay abrays.
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Why do I feel like I'm the only person on the planet that could actually understand AND relate with this rant? Because it is a rant, y'know. There was no lesson in this. Not even close.
This means your fired.
And stop stacking flowers on your pets. Seriously. Such cruelty!
I'm going to take a photo of the flowers sitting on my dogs head. He looks like a precious hippie version of Falcor from the Neverending Story.
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