i wasn't born with enough middle fingers
After driving to work with Marilyn Manson's Irresponsible Hate Anthem on repeat, I realize I need to find my happy place if I'm going to make it through this day.
Now where the FUCK is my happy place?
Update: I think I found it. I clocked out early, went home, put on my pjs and curled up on the couch with a blanket, a pillow and a fistful of Claritan.