I hate it when Mariah shows her face in November.
*whistles “All I Want For Christmas Is You” while loading a pistol with a single round*
*camera pans out to snowy cabin in the woods*
*long pause followed by single gunshot and silence*
I hate when I get one really awful chicken tender, followed by one really great chicken tender, then remember I’m fucking 34 and eat like a god damn child.
I hate that I got to watch most of the inauguration from a bar, but wasn’t allowed to do celebratory shots with the bartender while all the old white hillbillies bitched about old white hillbilly shit.
I hate that my industry is a regular contributor to systematic destruction of the well-being of others and yet we have the unmedicated gall to call ourselves “life safety” without someone punching us directly in the genitals.