The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

Dee Snyder, making Republicans uncomfortable with their sexuality since 1984

This week can seriously fuck off, if it’s gonna mirror today:

Woke up painfully late, which fortunately wasn’t too much of an issue because the client email in my inbox wasn’t urgent

Paid a fortune for 2 medications (however much you think, triple it; seriously, I could’ve paid your mortgage this month)
Waited 45 minutes for a TTC bus to take me home, which meant I had to pay a second fare because the time had lapsed (again, I waited 45 minutes for a bus) which dropped my Presto card balance to below zero
Speaking of Presto, went to the website to reload the card, found out they’ve taken away the Interac option to pay, and now only want a credit card, which I will not provide as I’m surprised they haven’t been hacked by now
Facebook is showing me big ol’ ads about a dog’s anal glands, complete with a close-up picture
And, although I will swear up and down that I’m not writing this blog to get eyeballs on my words, I still check the stats from time to time, and damn ya’ll only 3 people read my shit last night — that was some powerful shit I realized, and something I actually wanted to connect with people over, and the FB algorithm probably said “fuck you” and then showed me pictures of a dog’s ass

I’m just done with today.