Yeah, it will. Today, I mean.
It's gonna suck.
How do I know? I just know, I just feel it. Call it a sixth sense. I woke up and know right away - "Today is gonna fucking suck."
Mind you, it ain't "suck" as in "blowjob", rather more like, "Hi. I'm Life. I'm going to rape you, bareback, without lube and with a sprinkle of glass dust to make it hurt all the way through."
So, don't bother. Either way, you'll get raped. I guess it's true, no one is a virgin, life fucks us all.
Just the fact that I got at work by 6:20 AM is a good reference on how it's going to suck.
"Another day, another dollar," some might say. I say, "Another day, another rape. Fuck it."
Shitty fucking day, and it's not even really started out yet. I still gotta go to the psychologist, and I now I'll leave there planning my own demise. Or at least hoping for an accident to happen. I keep on walking down the street, almost praying, "Please, let me get hit by a bus.", "Please, amke this tree fall upon me." - "JUST FUCKING GO AHEAD AND END ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
That's some sort of example of what my clueless, yet a fucking awful person nonetheless, might have heard last night, when I was going crazy.
I've argued with a fucking brown sugar bag today. "How come this shit cost us MORE than the processed sugar? It's fucking raw sugar, no additives, notreatment. They just grind it to a powder, and that's it, no more chemical processing or anything else.
And they have the nerve to sell us this shit at twice the price ofwhat's essentially the same thing - white sugar - but provcessed by a billion chemicals to become white and so on, it's kinda the Michael Jackson of sugars. Pure chemicals and treatment, to make it look white.
Brown sugar, they jst do nothing with it, other than to grind the raw block of "rapadura"(whatever the hell this thing is called in english), and pour it in a bag. And they charge us twice for the fucking thing. Why? Because it's trendy to be healthier, I guess. So they charge us more.
Fuck this shit. Today's gonna suck, there you go. My divination of the day. Four hundred dollars, please.
What? I just told you the future! Oh, I see. You already knew it is a sucky day. Because you fucked a woman, and got diagnosed with a baby, one of the worst diseases one might contract, a fucking baby.
That's the worst diagnosis possible: "You are pregnant."
If someone told me that, I'd jump out of the window instantly.
Well, at least, this disease I'm not going to get, thankfully.
Fuck all this shit. It's gonna suck, believe me. It will.
