shit fuck damn fuck fucking mother fucker!

okay, so i'm pissed. doesn't take a microbiologist to figure that out. not a bad day at work. the boss is on vacation so i can do as a please. it all started when i went to pick mason up from daycare. i didn't eat enough this afternoon and was famished on my way to the school. by saying i'm a little grumpy when i'm hungry would be an understatement. so i get to the school and mason doesn't want to go home. he threw a huge shit-fit! when i say shit-fit, i mean the fucking devil had taken over his little body. kicking, screaming, punching. it took A LOT just to get him strapped into the car seat. off we went with him crying bloody murder. he finally calms down after about 10 minutes. so all's good right? wrong. i turn down our street and see these two girls walking down the middle of the street. these little bitches decided not to get out of the way of a moving vehicle. i'm sick of being fucked with in my own neighborhood time and time again by punk-ass kids so i decide not to move either. so they step out of the way of the car and the tall girl basically moons us. i SLAM the brakes on throw it in reverse and floor it. so i have a little chat w/ the prepubescent teens. after our little talk i take off and they yell "fuck you". nice. so, once again i slam on the brakes throw it in reverse and floor it. i ask them what their problem is and we exchange a good number of f-bombs all in front of mason. great. i'm a really good role model. i get home and apologize to mason as he's swearing up a storm. i try to explain to him why those girls did what they did.

overreaction on my part? i don't think so! we've been here for almost 3 years and jackie will not even go out for a run or walk by herself because she's afraid of the teens. bullshit! there are so many little fuck sticks on our street it's not even funny. i refuse to have myself and my family harassed by these punks. but in reality there's nothing we can do. all they do is talk back. what are you going to do? beat them up? so, i grabbed the phone book and called a real estate agent. we're meeting with her tomorrow. yep, the house is going up for sale. i don't care what we get for it, we just need to get the fuck outta here. mason will be out playing and making friends very shortly and we sure as fuck don't want him being influenced by these kids. it all goes back to their parents. they just don't give shit. no respect for adults.

that was enough motivation for me to put my resume together. i wrote it up and now have to put it in word format. i need to land this job at pfizer so we can afford to get out of this ghetto.
okay, time to blow off some steam and lift some weights.