FUCK FUCK FUCK

I fucking HATE people who call and don't say in the voicemail what the everloving FUCK they're calling about! Especially when it's the person managing the apartment building I live in!!! Even worse when they don't answer the FUCKING PHONE when I call them back! Or call back right after I leave a message!!! Oh thank you so VERY MUCH for sending me into an anxiety attack because you were too bloody incompetent or lazy to TELL ME WHAT THE EVERLOVING EFF YEW SEE KAY YOU WERE CALLING ABOUT!!! Like HOO BOY my shitty damned weekend was finally over and I was looking forward to have a good day, thanks EVER SO MUCH for blowing ass chunks into the white carpet of my life you IMPOSSIBLE TO GET AHOLD OF PERSON!!! Flippin shite, I was ASLEEP, I have told you MULTIPLE TIMES I sleep during the day, my PHONE WAS ON SILENT because otherwise the apps keep waking me up! Next time just flipping KNOCK as I'd rather deal with whatever shite it is in person than stew in my own spiraling anxiety for hours or longer! I mean sure, if it was something to really worry about, you'd have plastered some scary official document on my door but FRANCINE UNDULATES CAPRICIOUS KITES