This week was fairly swift and moderately pleasant. Went to the dentist and had no new issues. Got tested for HIV and received the negative result. This is the only time a negative result is a good thing. And the result wasn’t in doubt. I’m just happy to have updated papers to show when someone wants to be like “when’s the last time you were tested you nasty negro?” I can be like “well, actually…..POW!” and slam the papers down. Then I will request that she let me go in medium rare and withdraw right before the point of no return. Just kidding. Anyways, let me get to the effs.
Eff the fact summer is about to be over. I feel like I’m scrambling to salvage what’s left of it. I ain’t touched a beach yet. This shit is unacceptable. I gotsta do better. Actually, I already am…
Eff the fact I was nervous sending my boss a calendar update requesting a full week of vacation. The idea of being away from work for a week and change is a foreign concept to me. He’s been telling me to put it on the calendar for a while and I been hesitating. This is the product of working in sales-based jobs in the past in relatively corporate environments. Non-profit for the win.
Eff the fresh laundry in my apartment that still hasn’t been put away, the clutter in my living room, and the emptiness that is my fridge. I need an assistant or a…a…I can’t even say it. Someone just needs to keep me on task in life. Fall and winter aren’t too far away. Pretty soon people will be negotiating agreements. **scratches head** I ain’t signing shit.
Eff how late I was with the eff ‘ems. Ish happens.