I am going to fucking kill myself :)

WE NEED TO GET SELLING BY 12 O'CLOCK

ITS 10 AND WE'RE ALL IN MAL'S MOM'S CAR

WAITING FOR HER TO FINISH UP IN THE STORE

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

I HAVE FUCKING LANTERNS THAT NEED TO BE FINISHED IN TWO HOURS

AND THEY NEED TIME TO DRY

AND SHES SPENDING 50 YEARS IN THE STORE

JUST FUCKING KILL ME AND TAKE ME OUT OF MY MISERY

I SWEAR TO GOD IF WE'RE NOT READY BY 12 I AM FUCKING DONE WITH THESE PEOPLE

FUCK THEM, ILL START MY OWN BUSINESS WITH MY FUCKING GENIUS LANTERNS

You guys have no idea how badly I'm trying not to scream right now

I'm debating whether or not to wrap the seatbelt around my neck