Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Bad day, Buttercup? Fuck everyone and the motherfucking horse they rode in on!  Apparently so.  I know I say this ironically all the fucking time, but why does everything have to be so hard? Oh, sweetie, don’t cry…is there anything I can do? DON’T CALL ME SWEETIE, YOU KNOW I … Continue reading An imaginary conversation about having a really fucking bad day