I’m in a mood. The kind of mood where everything is stupid.
My writing is stupid. This lamp is stupid. That brownie is stupid. This chair is SO STUPID.
WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID, EVERYTHING!?
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
But earlier today on the drive home I had a satisfying daydream about telling someone I STRONGLY DISLIKE that she is an awful cunt. And I guess I’ll take that as a win and let this night fade away with high hopes that tomorrow won’t be so dumb, stupid and dumb.
Also, YOU’RE A CUNT.
Not you, but that one person. TOTAL. CUNT.