My foul mouth

I think I have Tourette's. Every other word out of my mouth is 'fuck' these days, for a number of reasons:

1. I have a pimple and I think it's my job's fault. Last week I was a faux Senior Editor working with agents and authors, and ponying up $200,000 offers for books, and this week I've reverted back to my ASSisstant role, which these days is basically as a retarded coder monkey. This experience has so greatly upset me for the last week that I believe it altered the pH balance of my hormones, thus causing this pimple to explode across my cheek. The pimple started to form on President's day and is still here two weeks later. It's starting to subside, but it's taken on a decidedly purple hue which upsets me to no end. Hmph.

2. I hate my job and I'm starting to hate myself for still being at my job. I had an uncomfortable talk with my boss today, which included (but is not limited to) me calling his skills as an editor "used car salesman skills," telling him he's a liar, and telling him that I've been dumb and blind for being so loyal to him. WTF is wrong with me?

3. I'm broke. So, so broke because every penny I make must now be "saved for the wedding." I can't buy this, this, this, or this, and this only adds to my upset. I bought this, but I'm going to return it because I can't afford to buy $160 boots when it's now March.

I'm at the end of my tether, but I can't quit my job because I'm getting married and can't afford to lose a regular paycheck. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.