Fuck You Friday, Bitches!

It's time for Fuck YOU Friday, at last!

I have some shit to get off my chest, so here it goes.


I'd like to say FUCK YOU to the people who had to flash the camera in my face at the restaurant, like they're the fucking paparazzi. And then proceed to say "oh, I need to take another one" after they realize that the first 4 were fucking shitty! Yes, I know I don't take great pictures, but who gives a fuck - I don't! It's not all about how pretty you are, people.

I'd like to say FUCK YOU to the people that have to bring up the most awkward questions for me. Like, "what do you do for work?" Who the fuck cares, I'm not there to impress you, be judged or gloat about my non existent profession. I hate fucking small talk -- maybe I should just put it on my forehead that I don't have a real 9-5 job, then they won't have to fucking ask and make me feel like a douche-bag.

(Which now leads me to say FUCK YOU to my boyfriend who has to make me feel like a bigger ass, with his "It's not very stable---laugh" comment, after I tell them what I do. I'm glad you got my back there buddy. FUCK YOU)

I'd like to say FUCK YOU to the friend who has been around for 12 years, that tries to play the stupid elementary bullshit, "if you don't/do this, then I'm not going to be your friend." Like who the fuck do you think you are? You're lucky I fucking put up with your shit in the first place. I still love you, but that retarded bullshit has got to go.

I'd like to say FUCK YOU to Dove, for their mislabeling of their "sensitive skin" body wash. If it was for fucking sensitive skin, it wouldn't have gave me a uti, motherfuckers.


That is all for now.