***UPDATE***
I have removed the pissed-offed-ness regarding the man that I was mad at. He has since apologized to me, even though he has not cited WHY he is apologizing. That is sooo typical of men. All I get is “I apologize”. I don’t get an “I apologize for taking advantage of you when you were very angry and didn’t want to do anything.” C’est la vie.

What a fucking goddamned shitty-ass day.

That goddamned son of a virgin bitch Jesus and his complete waste of a fucking father hate my guts, and I can’t figure out why.  I hope that they trip on a star while they are sucking each other’s dicks and bite them off.

I spend five fucking hours at the hair dresser.  She doesn’t get my color right the first time, so I wait another three hours for them to get it right.  The owner of the salon just leaves me sitting there twice as long as I should be, and my fucking hair turns fucking green.  I let her have it.  And I mean, I let the fucking cunt have it.  What kind of salon owner blames her own personnel?  what happened to the days where, no matter what happens, the proprietor/manager takes responsbility?  What happened to, “I am so sorry that I left you sitting there and over-processed your hair.  Let me take care of you immediately.”  And you women know goddamned well I can’t just go get it fixed, because once it goes green, it’s really hard to get the chemical reaction right to get the right color.  Mother-fucking immigrants.

I am getting so fucking sick and tired of fucking immigrants.  I think that this one is fucking russian.  Who the hell knows?  All I know is that if I am not working for companies supported by Columbian drug lords, I am working for companies supported by wealthy Indian nationals who are fraudulently bringing those mother-fuckers over here on our dime.  And then, I have a mother-fucking hair fucking dresser cunt/bitch who turns my hair green.

Don’t get me wrong.  I didn’t pay a fucking dime.  But after having been there for five and a half hours, watching her just let me sit there while she takes care of other clients, it’s a good thing I didn’t have a fucking gun.

Then, that mother-fucking CFO from the company where I quit thinks I am some kind of moron.  Sexist mother-fucking pig.  He just couldn’t let it go.  Kept having to send me derogatory notes indicating that I am some kind of low-iq retard.  Puleaze.  Mother-fucking goddamned fucking Indians.  Fuckers.  I hope that they all rot in their own Aids infested feces…And spread their fucking diseases through herpes-infested cum bubbles. 

I am not taking anymore shit off of anyone.  Well, I never did before, but I always felt guilty about it.  You know what?  I deserve to be treated better by all of those people above.  And you all know who you are, you fucking Indian mother-fuckers, dude I date, and you mother-fucking russian cunt bitch.

Sweet dreams, everyone.