…And I’m having trouble keeping my smart-ass bottled up. It’s as if the very universe itself is goading me, trying to push my buttons, to make me react.
To which I say: Fuck you, universe. Fuck. You.
You’re not the boss of me. And if you are, you’re one of the shittiest bosses I’ve ever worked for.
And I’ve worked for some real pieces of shit over the years, let me tell you.
So step it up, big guy.
I got no time for your shenanigans.