No, seriously, what have you done for me? Nothing. Not a damned thing. You suck, lint licker. I’ve been working very hard lately, for crazy people who want everything 5 minutes ago. Lots of sleepless nights, working my ass off. I’m so fucking tired now that I don’t even have the energy to work up a decent rant. I did this job for this woman and the bitch didn’t even have the common courtesy to say thanks. I worked all day to create something amazing, and not even a fucking thank you. Just another email full of more work.

Then another job for a different woman, who I personally really like. But she holds onto work for weeks then sends it to me last minute, desperate to get me to do it immediately. The first woman does that too. She’s like the worst client ever, really. Why do I put up with this shit? I have no idea. I’m a fucking moron.

Then there’s Nutcase who asks me to do work on occasion. I like doing stuff for him because he always helps me with other stuff. Don’t get me wrong though, he makes me miserable usually.

You might be wondering what I do. I can’t tell you, it’s a state secret. So don’t ask. Anyway, that’s why I haven’t been around lately, harassing you. I’m all caught up now for all the crazies, so I’ll give you a proper rant tomorrow, and you’ll like it too, damnit!