joshof13thfloor

I've been meaning to update for the last couple of days now but life around the Campbell household has taken a nasty little turn for the worse.

On a proffesional note, i found out a few days ago that the wrestling promotion i'm working for has been having their annual end of the year votes for all the best and worst of the year and not only has no one, fan or fellow worker alike, voted for me in any category but i haven't even gotten so much as an honorable mention. This fat, useless, whistle blowing prick that won't even take a goddamn bump unless you force him to has gotten more than one vote for manager of the year. Him? Not only have i busted my back (literally) for them but i'm the manager currently controlling the men who hold the two most important belts in our company. Fuck me with a 2x4.

Then it gets better.

Two nights ago i get "the talk" from my wife. You all know the talk right? It's the talk where the person you love most in the world basically tells you what kind of peice of worthless shit you are and how much you disgust them.

Then it gets downright ugly.

Now to top it all off the next day my little girl gets sick and we took her to the doctor today to find out that she has the flu. To say at this point that i'm worried about my princess would be like someone saying that Hitler wasn't such a nice guy. Somewhat of an understatement, no? I fucking hate this shit man, i hate knowing that someone i love more than oxygen is hurting and there's nothing i can do to stop or change it. I hate feeling useless. If the flu just had a neck then i could break the motherfucker. I would burn the whole world to the ground just to warm her in its ashes.

My little girl is going to be sick through Christmas. Merry fucking Christmas, man. Fuck.

If i don't talk to anyone on here for awhile then you know where i'm at, i'm by her side.

I hope everyones holiday shapes up better than mine is looking.