Some bitches are lucky
Why is it that some bitches are so lucky? I mean, look at them, they're selling like fucking monsters. Hungry fucking monsters. Now what about me? Here I am, cursing every shit call that I receive. Why is it so hard for me to sell now? Sometimes I can't help but think that if it wasn't for that fat son of a bitch, I will still be in good shape with this selling game. I know I sound childish but that's what I really feel. I'm fucking pissed at that bastard and almost everyone else
around me for that matter. It seems like everyone's goal now is to bite your head off to get on top of you. God knows, I'm trying my best not to be drowned by those bastards and whores but the calls don't wanna cooperate with me.
The worse part is that they don't accept you reasoning out that the calls you've received are nothing but crap. It's just not possible for them. Yeah, right. Can they for once, take calls for us? Even for just 30 mins? So they'll know what it's like. So they'll 'remember' what it's like.
Shitty calls.
Shitty people.
Shitty fat four-eyed guy.
Damn, I need to get outta here as soon as fucking possible.
posted by Monica-Lynne @ 10:25 PM
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