As I got older my tolerance for crap got lower and lower. Actually, I think that there's only so much crap one person can take and I reached my tolerance level a long time ago.
I really don't know if I'm just too sensitive, too intelligent, too intolerant, too caring, too demanding, too logical, just too too.
Sometimes I can look at the crap that surrounds me and think of it as fertilizer and other times I'm just too tired to see the potential for flowers. All I know is that it reeks and if I plant flower seeds, I'll just reap thistles because some dumbass will come along and stomp all over the seedlings.
Yeah, it's been that kind of a week.
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