Have a great weekend (spiteful sarcasm)

Once again, anticipation is my worst enemy. The weather is ideal, it’s a long weekend, I’m moderately on spot with deadlines. It seems so perfect that I had a host of activities planned out for my four days of relaxation. But in the span of the past few hours, everything turned to shit last minute. People shove aside my plans as if I were on lowest priority. “Oh no. I have something better to do instead.” Either that or it seems no one wants to go out and do anything relatively entertaining at all — with me at least. I am so frustrated…

I’m going to end up taking a shit this entire weekend. Have a Happy Fourth of July, assholes. I bid adieu with a fuck you, fuck you, and you, and especially you.

Sorry for this childish and annoyingly teenage entry. But where else can I vent? Everyone is already out doing something fun while I’m here watching The Soup. Joel McHale you’d better mutha @#%$in’ deliver tonight.