If You Think

If you think I am going to change anymore from wearing jeans while at work, you are mistaken.  I saw you.  I will not be wearing shorts anymore.

If you think I am going to wear athletic or yoga pants at work to be destroyed, you are mistaken.

Taliban = IT, Information Technology, LA, Los Angeles or the state of Louisiana, ban, denied access.

There was an incident I had with my mother at a Ruby Tuesday, I was so upset I was going to go back and let it be known.  However, not every battle won, is won through words.

Your sports request is DENIED!  As it has been from the beginning.

If you think, I am going to write a piece about the white hate group beating up gays and laughing about it, then you are mistaken.

Your mind tricks have proven to me to be nothing more.

I am fucking pissed.

I want my life back.

If you think I am doing anything other than wearing clothes I have as I take out the trash, you are mistaken.

If you think I am going to apply for jobs and STOP because of any wording such as purple eater, then you are mistaken.  If I did not apply for a job ever again because of a number, location, or any wording I would never get anywhere!

I want another job.

You fucking morons!

This is nothing more than busy work!

I have done nothing these last three days other than write – to correct!  Non-stop!  Without a break!

Fuck off!