Whoever decided today was “Fuck you, Chelsea,” day needs a beating. Oh, you want me to do 10 jobs at once and make sure no one tries to kill themselves? Oh hey Mom, you quit your job? Again? Oh you’re moving too? Oh, you have to find homes for all 3 dogs? Sure, I’ll take Frog to go get a state ID. Oh, you have to have 2 pieces of mail at his current address? But he’s 18. He still has to have his Mom prove his residence? What if I say he’s homeless? Zona! Get out of there! Oh, sorry, were you having sex? Okay I’ll just leave her in there. Please today, end.