Another week complete. Another set of effs.
Eff the death penalty.
Eff how many items needed to be thrown away in my fridge, freezer, and cabinets because of expiration dates and freezer burn. I estimate that no less than $100 worth of food was tossed. Soon as I win the lotto I’m moving outta Harlem and getting a chef.
Eff the approaching PHR exam. I should’ve taken care of this last year.
Eff the pounds that have come back. I need to become a hardbody gym monster again.
Eff the fact that summer is officially over! Arg!
Eff the 340 applications my organization received for 1 job opening. I ain’t trying to sort through all this sh*t.
Eff these heavy eyelids. I’m out.