Go fuck yourself.

I’ve been thinking about how often I find myself thinking “Go fuck yourself.” while someone’s talking to me.

Maybe, whenever I’m thinking of saying it, I should just say it.

Of course, this would mean I’d be saying it more often.

But, I think that would be a good thing for everyone involved.

People deserve to know when it’s time for them to go fuck themselves.

If I don’t tell them, they’ll never know that they should be off somewhere, fucking themselves.

If they don’t know that they should be fucking themselves, then they’ll still be standing there, yapping about some bullshit that makes me think, “Go fuck yourself.”

I can commit to this. Yes. I’m willing to take one for the team and say what everyone else is thinking.

I’m not a hero. (Debatable.) I’m just a woman. A woman who doesn’t want that bullshit all up in her face. A woman who needs a motherfucker to pump those motherfucking brakes for a motherfucking minute, and listen carefully, because she only wants to have to say that shit one motherfucking time.

“Go fuck yourself.”

This is me. Solving some goddamn problems. You’re welcome.