How do I hate you
It's funny to be that the following text was the last thing I wrote but didn't post:

Fucking oil based paint in the hallways with no ventilation.
Every year Ducky asks what we should give our super as a tip and I say a punch in the face.

Dept. of buildings? Fuck you!
"Your case information will be available in 45 days"
-that's about how long it takes for the oil paint to dry.

I'm usually unaffected by toxic shit.
Blanket covering the front door.
Nausea, headache, sore throat.
I'd love to punish someone.

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Clearly I was in about the same mood I am in today.

I am stuck in a tail spin of fucking anger and hatred that probably started with something meaningless and just kept snowballing to the point where the thing was so big and filled with bile all I could do was try and keep it from rolling over the few who do not deserve my unwavering murderous contempt.

Ahhh.. PERFECT TIMING!
The Clash's version of Pressure Drop just popped on in the background, another perfect corporate anthem. 

I fucking loath the world and find it amazing that even the weakest frailest shit can get under my finger nails when I start pissing blood. Someone hand me a hammer and a sack of bones and I'll play you a song.