Oh, hey Monday, you showed up a bit sooner than I expected. What the fuck, dude? You can't ever be a little late? Fucking ever? Goddamnit...
... Watching the officiating in the NBA playoffs is infuriating. I tuned in last night for Heat/C's and watched the refs make bad call after bad call until the Heat managed to tie the game. After a bullshit call on Pierce that was absolutely a charge on Wade, to the point that the announcer AND analyst both immediately jumped on the charge before the ref gave the signal, I just turned off the tv, flipped the remote across the room, and anger-slept. Just once I'd like to sit down and watch a game that the refs didn't affect the outcome of. Just once...
... There is nothing more infuriating about having a kid than having to buy all the shit for it. I had the opportunity to blow a fuckload of money over the weekend on furniture that my kid will inevitably destroy in ways that I can't even begin to imagine yet, but we had to have it. Babys R Us has a fucking goldmine going on right now. Yes, I'd be thrilled to overpay for that crib my kid is going to shit in, puke on, bite and scratch to shit! Thanks! Oh, and how much for that set of bottles? Well that kid is fucking drinking from those till she's 18. Jesus...
... Dear Game of Thrones, I love you. Please come back sooner rather than later. I can't wait to tongue-kiss my tv screen again.
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