Busting my ass day in day out painting and I overhear a couple coworkers bitchin how "it took earl 4 days to paint the second floor of this house" and shit. Fuck you. It takes a nutless one armed monkey to do whatever the fuck you were doing. Slapping fucking paint on the exterior is easy; don't even need brushes and shit. I'm inside, hands and knees, trying not to spill a drop with shaking fucking hands you prick.

Being at 7am, I was so ready to pack my shit and bounce. I was already thinking of my next drink after work. Now im at applebees (again) abusing these dollar mai tai's and plotting how I'm gonna get absolutely wasted until I pass out. Fuck it.