Go Piss In Someone Else's Cheerios

I don't know what the hell was up with everyone yesterday.  Myself included. Maybe there was a unreported tornado in the gulf last week that sucked up a metric ton of BP's shame and unleashed it upon North America in the most angst-filled shitstorm ever. Or perhaps everyone finally realized how fucking frustrating the news is to watch and began to lament the time they've wasted on it. Whatever was up people's asses yesterday, it was of near epidemic proportions. I heard that even Tom Hanks was punching babies, THAT'S HOW BAD IT WAS.

I'm definitely not immune to this moodiness of unknown origin. The worst thing was that we are all feeding off each other.   It's like some hippie commune where the residents keep passing the clap back and forth to each other until no amount of antibiotics will do the trick. Thankfully, the solution to our mass anger is a lot less painful than a wire brush to the genitals. Everyone just shut the fuck up and start fresh tomorrow.

Or so I thought.

So we were only a couple of hours into today and it was obvious that very few people seem to be feeling better. And personally I'm sick of it. Not only am I sick of it, but I am taking a stand -- you PMS'ing bastards will not get to me tomorrow. You want to come at me with your petty anger so be it; I'm going to hold you down, draw a unicorn on your forehead, and shove some chocolate in your face. Then I'm going to hug you so hard your that you'll break down in tears and forgive your Dad for not loving you enough. What do you think about that?  Not so angry now, are you motherfuckers?

Tomorrow is the day that I refuse to let other's bullshit become my own. Do not fucking test me on this, you wonderfully awesome sons of bitches.