Didn't I say shut up?

Well, shit. If I didn't, I meant to. I hate when people come in here and interrupt my deep contemplation on the shitstorm that is my life. Okay, my life doesn't suck that bad. It barely sucks at all. But when you leave someone you actually have the nerve to love, you tend to become more pessimistic, bitter, evil, and bitchy (more than I usually am. Once again, shut up). Aiight, here's the deal. I guess I give off "vibes of desperation" or something, because I swear these people come in here when I really need to be left alone. And they stink. They smell like ol' Mark Twain Elementary cafeteria spaghetti, Compton CA, circa 1984-87. F-U-N-K! I hate it. I hated that smell when I was 6, and I hate that shit now. I don't know what they're doing on their side of the QC department, but damn homie. Keep that shit to yourself. I don't wanna smell you, talk to you, discuss anything with you, look at you, or have you invade my periferal vision. Ugh. BLAH. That pissed me off hella quick, so you know I had to share. This is like the 5th person thats been in here today, and I'm sick of smelling their weird ass, unholy smell. Le' me 'lone, dammit! Okay. You may now return to your regularly scheduled, mundane ass afternoon. That is all.