I know you think I’m terrible. But consider this: when I do my job, you don’t acknowledge me. My victories go unnoticed. I get zero out of 5 stars. And when I make a mistake, your fat-fucking-face squishes up like a walnut. You lament in between sips of pumpkin-spiced toilet coffee about how incompetent I am. You curse me. You blame me. You hate me. …You hate autocorrect? Well I hate you.
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