Thursday, April 1, 2010

Fuck Your Mother

Today was an extremely busy day. People would come up to me, say things, and in my head, it was just, "fuck your mother."

"Amir, where are the pictures for this and that?"

"Fuck your mother."

"Amir, this event or that."

"Fuck your mother."

"Amir, I'm engaged."

"Fuck your mother."

This is why I don't have a car.

If I do have a car, my brain will be cluttered with shit like, "Where did I park just now? Did I lock the car? Will anyone scratch it? Fuck your mother."

When I need to focus, I don't give a fuck. Except to fuck your mother.