Fuck everyone who has told me that time by myself will be good for me. Being single is the pits. Fuck my best friend for tricking me in to getting in to her car at the Seminole Casino. If I want to drink and gamble away 53+ hours of work I am going to do it, damn it. Fuck every dork who has not had the balls to ask me out, and fuck every dork that has. Fuck men who try to be submissive to me. . . don't show any signs of weakness, don't look me directly in the eye, I will eat you alive. Fuck my faggot ex boyfriend for not haveing the balls to call me, but having the balls to disturb my sleep with "I love you" text messages at three o'clock in the morning, five months after we've broken up. Fuck text messages, they are for pussies. Fuck Florida for having such an abundance of twenty something scholar-boys with thick glasses, thick lines and thin wrists. Fuck Florida for having an abundance of greek muscle-tee-men with shaved arms and figaro chains. Fuck my boss for being a big fat smelly cheap Greek bastard. Fuck me for pursuing scumbags, and playing hard to get with all the nice boys. Fuck me for living in Florida in the first place. Fuck my boss again for farting all of the time behind the take-out counter so's I have to mist his ass with the freesia body spray I keep next to the cash register. Seriously. Fuck you for reading this. Who are you anyway? Fuck me for writing it. What do you want? My other name is Lionel Dobie.