No witty intro. No smooth lines. No candles. No R&B. Just effin.
Eff the sickness that overcame me this week and usurped my existence. Had me passed out half the day and all night Wednesday. As I type these effs, it still lingers. The wheezing, the coughing, the fatigue, the stuffy nasal cavity. **Rawse voice** What did I do to deserve this?!
Eff Alka-Seltzer Cold and Buckley’s for being gross and doing nothing. Eff the other recommendations that will follow…and do nothing.
Eff the looming winter purchases.
Eff the woman above me with the creature problem. Every time I hear her going up and down the stairs, I imagine crawly creatures falling off her trying to escape to a new apartment with a better — yet still dismal — economy and less drug-trafficking. I feel compelled to stand by my door with Raid and body any six-legged trespassers trying to cross the border.
Eff having to dig my car out the snow in a few months.
Eff me for bringing my work laptop home time and time again, yet getting no work done on it.
Eff McCain Ellios…Pizza Pockets!
I have no idea why this sh*t was on my mind. Anyways, your turn. Share your eff ‘ems from the week. May your weekend be filled with cheer, drank, and pacified loins.