This whole no yob thing is seriously starting to make me feel like shiitake mushrooms.  And not the good kind, marinated in butter, oil, and herbs.  I've been burned to a crisp, masking my natural aroma.  

This pasta tastes terrible!  

Someone had the nerve to ask me if I was coming to the new grad graduation.  No offense sweat heart, but I was denied that. Two days before the ceremony.  I am no longer part of the cohort.  Excuse me for being selfish, but I don't think it's fair to put me through that.  Maybe you need support, but so do I.  I'm deeply sad.  Very would not suffice in this state.  I feel deep sadness.  Walk in my shoes for a day.