Evil Wayne

Despite having a good time Apple Pickin' this weekend, I've been on fucking edge for days. It's finally coming to a goddamn head as I can't seem to stop the voices from spouting off long strings of obscenities in my head. Let me start by saying that the drive to and from Maine just sucks donkey balls now. Do not read that I hate going to Maine. If you read that, you read it wrong. I hate the fucking ride. It's not a simple add-an-hour, it's adding 2 or more sometimes and it's the biggest reason I'm so hesitant when it comes to going up again. I also can't stand the sudden influence on one of my kids by his new idol. I'm not able to say all the shit I really fucking want to say, because I don't want it to come back and bite me in the ass (which it'll fucking do anyway, I'm sure). But it's all the wrong things he's coming away with and I'm the fucking asshole because I want him to grown and be something  with the rest of his life. To top it all, I've spend all day bent over my computer racing to keep my current project on course because they can't fucking hire someone to replace the other guy that's left (and we're stuck with The FuckHeads). I've spent the last three workdays like this; overtime, working thru my lunch and I'm still catching flack because my other projects are just crashing into each other. So, I come home and the moment my voice has any kind of irritation in it, ti's met with brute-force hostility - and kids who get all fucking pissy because you can't have a scoop of fucking ice cream on your apple pie or some such shit. Everybody's taking a tantrum so why not me too. So Fuck It. The whole fucking world can go rot in hell - I give the fuck up, DO YOU HEAR ME?!? I warned you not to read this. I am fucking done.