Fuck. I shouldn't be thinking about Joey.

Kill me.

He may have been a fuck puddle, but he was my fuck puddle.

Sorry. I traded my tact for my first vibrator.

Better to become the bully than stay the victim.

Sounds like something Quinn would do.

Fucktard.

/Blood sausage./ Jesus Christ, are you people vampires?

For old times' sake.

Good riddance, 2014. Not looking forward to 2015, though, either.

January 15 and we're already taking three fucking steps back into the fucking Dark Ages.

Cops is the worst fucking trash on television.

It's about this time of year when I start questioning the fate of my soul. It's also this time of year when my alcohol budget skyrockets.

If I hear one more fucking word about Donald Trump, I swear to fuck I will stab your eyes out and shove them down your throat.

What a miserable day. What's that kids' song? Rain, rain, go to hell.

I haven't had enough coffee to put up with this horse shit.

I loved him once. But do I love her now is the question.

What the fuck am I doing?

Probably fucking up.

Again.