FESTIVUS MUBARAK, MOTHERFUCKERS.
It’s time once again for the Airing of the Grievances. In the immortal words of Mr. Costanza, “I got a lot of problems with you people, and now you’re gonna hear about it.”
This year tried to kill me. But guess what bitches? I’M STILL ALIVE AND KICKING AND IT’S TIME TO UNLOAD THAT WHICH OPPRESSES MY SPIRIT. So grab some cocoa or whatever shit you like to drink and buckle up. I’m not even trying to be nice right now.
Seeing this absurd tweet prompted me to literally LOL the other day and then share it on Facebook with derisive glee. My friends found it equally hilarious which led me to muse about writing a shitty, satirical short story based on Gabriel’s ridiculous proposition. This idea was met with some…
Well, friends, another year is rapidly coming to an end – a year filled with annoyances, frustrations and irritations over which I have valiantly attempted to avoid spreading negativity by limiting my public gripes. However! In the grand tradition of Festivus, the time has come to air my grievances for 2022.
This year I’m giving you twenty-two of my top grievances: some large, some small, all legitimate as far as I’m concerned.
