so salty

Oh dear, it's getting ugly in here.  I was trying to get off the "I hate that and I hate that and I hate everything" funk I was in and only my dog and my car made the "i love" cut.  I am just angry at everything anymore. Everything seems like too much.   For no reason, what's more. I mean, caused doubtless by excess tension.  I'm really struggling to manage my tension.  With my plans to drive around canada all summer on less than a thousand bucks and soon to be about $500 when all is said and done, it's very stressful. I'm worried about people judging me worthy of suffering for not making the decisions they think best, and leaving me hanging.  Then plus my tits. Oh GOD my tits!!!  They hang up on everything! They force my coat open and I can't zip up my jackets over them.  I don't know what the hell happened but they're bloody great flops of flesh with super sensitive little pebbles at the end which poke into everything and scream in pain at the least brush against jacket or seat belt.  The seat belt.  It runs across my neck and tries to bisect my breast leaving said floppy flesh falling under it and poking over it back and forth while the jacket rides around the whole chaos. I have to put the belt under my arm which then makes me scared the cops will pull me over for not wearing the shoulder bit.   It's to where I want to stand screaming in the center of the mall "I hate you all, you all suck!"  Really want to.  There's still a wiser part in my head whispering "it's stress, testosterone, and your normal rage level but it won't last, endure endure endure."  Then I get home and a very large and powerful dog danced out the sagging gate across the alley. I try and command it home and walk towards the house to tell them the dog is out.  Ensues a standoff with me trying to bluff the big dog who is rushing at me barking, then standing half to the side ready for a fight, barking. If I back up, he WILL attack, seeing me as weak. If I step forward, he will attack in defense.  So I'm just stuck there being tough shouting "No, go home" and "Hey, your dog is threatening people in the back alley, get your dog" at the silent house. Are they even home? Finally a screen door moved and the dog went in the yard but nobody bothered to fix the gate...  I had enough and just went in. No way to approach the house.  If that dog is ever out there again I'm snapping a pic and calling animal control.  Oh yes it's also a bully type dog, short hair, heavily muscled, powerful jaws.  You know, the scariest kind that anyone failed to control.  I need some cannabis. STAT

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