The next one of you who, out of the blue and for no damn reason other than you think that all women everywhere should never look like she’s having thoughts or a bad day or it’s frickin’ four in the morning and she’s tired – the next one of you who tells me to “Smile!” will straight get shanked. And I mean that. Nothing ruins my day more than some random dude getting all in my face, demanding that I rearrange it to make him feel better. I swear I’ll go apesh*t on you entitled bastards. Get a life and stay outta mine! Shit.
Happy Frickin’ Monday.