Wasteland of fuckery

So, I am a 35 year old female married to a 54 year old man working at a warehouse as a production line lead where I recently discovered I am allergic to rat shit.  Right now I am sitting in a clinic waiting to see a doctor because this goofy bitch at work said I will need a doctor's release to return to work.  How about firing the asshole that, along with causing multiple product delays on my line, dropped off a pallet of ratshit.  How about that?  But no; I had to miss yesterday, and am spending my morning waiting in a community health clinic.

What gives?  Such is my life: a wasteland of fuckery.

Since Angelfire is now charging for access to their HTML editor, I am stuck with this sidebar.  On a side note, I used to be a decent young lady.  What the hell happened I am not entirely sure.  My tolerance for bullshit, which I am also allergic to, is extremely high.  Spending my younger years as a collegiate womens soccer player, I actually used to have more than one brain cell.  Thanks to years of smoking marijuana and drinking alcohol, my remaining brain cell is pretty much fucked.

Anyways, I need a hobby so I will be polluting cyberspace with my mindless thoughts.  Somehow, ranting about random shit, namely rat shit and bullshit, has already been theraputic for my wayward soul.