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I feel like running a four-bore, double barrelled shotgun up this day's ass all the way to the collar bone and pulling both triggers. Then, stomp what's left of the skull until flat, and dry. Then, eat this goddamned, motherfucking, son-of-a-bitch of a goddamned day, with hot sauce and shit it over a thousand foot cliff, directly into a coal seam fire, where I hope it burns white hot for the next twelve thousand, nine hundred, eleventy-seven eternities. In the fucking rain.
Yeah, not happy with this day so far. I'm a little miffed.
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