Adonis
For some reason, my mood was as bright as the dark clouds in the middle of a thunderstorm as I pushed the door open, already planning to go upstairs, grab my f*****g gym gear and get to the gym to punch some unlucky punching bag till my fists are reddened and aching.
Having to deal with f*****g people every day was such a f*****g pain in the f*****g ass.
I really preferred the contracts I had bagged in the past that did not f*****g involve me having to put a f*****g team together. s**t. After working myself numb at the gym, I should probably hit a strip club, spend the entire night there maybe. Get some pretty woman to f*****g distract me.
Maybe I’m just sexually starved.
That’s probably why my mood feels like a f*****g field of landmines. Step wrongly on one and it explodes. I
