It is on days such as this that I thank the heavens (in a strictly metaphorical sense of course, im far too much of a hipster to believe in the existence of yahweh) that it is now the social norm to be victim to a constant state of angst and woe-betide-me’s. After all “Tis’ better to be a sad sack amongst other sad sacks, than a sad sack with ones self”-as they dont say.
Finally those few inhabitants of mother earth left with a semblance of intelligence have come to the realisation that given a choice, the bitch probably would have abhorted them all (Intelligence equating to what is also referred to bitterness, sorrow, or being a little bitch in general.)
at last the world is no longer a place of free love and free hugs (attempted paedophilia, yes?) Finally, it is my pleasure to say, that the world has evolved from a dr phil/oprah “its ok you can still have a career after being molested” dreamworld into a caulfieldesque reality. Reality being-“whats the point anyway”
in summary. you’re all a bunch of deadshits. But I’m right there with you