I am too under caffeinated for this shit
For when you have been denied that fourth cup of coffee because someone called a meeting or the phone rang or your hands were shaking too much to pour it but you still have to deal with all THE QUESTIONS.
I am too hormonal for this shit
If someone just LOOKS or TALKS or BREATHES wrong I am going to tear them apart limb from limb and then burn their bloody corpse in Hyde Park. And now, chocolate.
I am too broke for this shit
The roof, my addiction to cashmere, smashed phone, smashed car, even a smashed avocado.
I am too disappointed for this shit
Listen, nothing is going to make me happy/interested/enthusiastic as I have taken a bit of a blow. And I will recover but right now I am DISAPPOINTED.
I am too sad for this shit
I am too good for this shit
Can’t they see? Can’t they all see the real me? Do I have to sit forever and wait to be discovered? When will they know my brilliance and allow the light to shine from my big bush? I mean bushel.
I am too single for this shit
Nope. My own company is better than this. And less lonely. I may be single but I am not insane.
I am too busy for this shit
I am too angry for this shit
I have nothing more to say.