I can say with utmost confidence at this point that I am out of ideas. I’m out of rants. I’m out of outlandish ideas and skewed corroborated morals. I don’t know what to argue with the world about, anymore.
And let’s face it; I’m just typing out all of these particular sentences so I can think of something that I want to display my righteous indignation. Self-righteous indignation, of course.
I still can’t think of anything. This is proving to be a struggle. Have I run out of things I hate? Absolutely not. I hate many, many things. This is depressing. I guess my heart’s just not in it, today.
That’s aside from the fact that I am doing this instead of working.
Because fuck work. See if I care.
Just kidding. Please don’t fire me, boss.