Battlestar Galactica.
It’s just one of those nights.
But I gotta
Grown up life is rough
Off I go to go work another job I’m not going to enjoy
Deep breath
Jump
I’m sorry, but you’ve been raining on my parade far too long. You do nothing but cause problems in my life. You make me scream. You make me cry. You make me want to punch things. I don’t know why people everywhere like you, you are awful, mean, and disfunctional. I AM DUMPING YOU MICROSOFT! Google, baby, you got my number.