It's just another Manic Monday. Blech.
We start the day with
@pit on the clock,
@Striiker on deck,
@Chuck Downie on the lido deck, and HumongousToe's little Toe on the lido afterdeck.
mja - Pynchon rules. Great pick.
You know that blob-headed swollen-faced c*** I told you about? I cannot f***ing stand that motherf***er. Every single f***ing thing he does irritates the living shit out of me, but the thing he does the most which irritates me the most is that he is constantly eating. CONSTANTLY. The motherf***er is on the Korean national hockey team, right, so he exercises a lot, and the f***ers who do that, in hockey or just in society, are always "fueling." That irritates me in the best of circumstances, but this f***er also talks with his mouth full, and he is wearing a microphone all the time, so I hear every single chew he chews, and I cannot deal with it. Plus, hockey and everyone involved in it are stupid, obviously.
Last night the c*** was sitting there while everyone was playing Truth or Dare, a late-season tradition on "Transit Love." Anytime anyone asks him a question, especially his poor ex-girlfriend, but with anyone, he repeats the question and then more often than not either doesn't answer it, or gives a shitty nonsense answer that has nothing to do with the question. Last night, the c*** not only did all that, but he took a f***ing slurp of his drink before he answered. Every single time. So I'm sitting here the whole time saying out loud to the laptop screen, quote, "Slurp another drink, you bloated balloon-headed c***." I was already in a dogshit mood, and that really topped me off. I thought for sure I was going to spontaneously combust.
I've always thought that mental health was overrated, but I might have been wrong.