morning coffee break

god, i hate that. every time i sit down to use my computer, if i start talking to someone, there goes my computer time and all my thoughts. why can't people stay the fuck away from me. i have limited time every day to do simple things as it is. fucking, i only get a few hours each break at the library, or i have to miss a meal. breakfast eight am, then library at ten, then lunch at one, then dinner at four, then another dinner at eight, and only two or three hours of library time between those meals... you keep my daily schedule fucked, and rip my choices away from me. any place you'll give me to live, i have to clean up after other people, and i don't do that. i give a fuck about other people, i only clean up after myself. fuck your chores, i never worked for you, you were never my mother, and you've never done a fucking thing for me to warrant that favour. keep your priorities out of my agenda, you greedy fucks. stop raping my time with your shit. get the fuck out of my life and stop telling me what to do. stop making me compromise where you never would. stop leaving me so few options, and then setting up roadblocks and barracades between those. you fuck poor people every chance you get, and it doesn't even really benefit you. that's more than just greed, that's just stupid. it's time you and your wallet take a fuckin' hike. and i'm fucking sick of this slow ass computer. i walked into best buy on cyber monday, slapped down four hundred fuckin' bucks, and asked for speed. this is what the bitch sold me. they were hilariously understaffed that day, had no clue what they were talking about or selling, their prices were fucked... i should have been able to get speed for four hundred bucks, especially when i was intentionally cheaping it on everything else, especially hard drive space. you can't even make laptops to meat their own minimal requirements to run. that means you're greedy, you don't know shit about computers, and someone else would be better suited for that job. speaking of suits, i need to design mine. where's jasper. or jarvis. whatever the fuck his name is. newton. that's what i want to name my actual digital buddy. name him after my dead cat that my family stole from me and killed. newton. i miss you, buddy. i'm so sorry i let that happen to you. you fuckers stole my kids, my cat, my car, my computer, my wife. payback's gonna be a bitch this time around. i may have inherited hitler's karma for the first part of this fucked up life, but you're about to find out why. get a fuckin' helmet.