More irritation.

I really start to fucking wonder about people some times. I just had to update my voicemail message with instructions on how to leave a message, what the word “breif” means, and a warning that if you call more than once before I get back to you, I will NEVER return your call again. I …

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Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. I’ve lost my cell phone again. That’s twice in as many weeks. Shit. Fuck. Piss. Sonnofabitch. I must subconsciously hate it or something. Problem is that there are a crapload of numbers that I need entered into it. Motherfucker. I checked twice before I left the house, checked my pockets at …