Don’t make me kill you.

I am a giant baby and loser.

The BCS bowl selection show made me cry hot, steamy tears. My team got the shaft. We didn’t get a BCS bowl, but two teams that we beat did. We were ranked higher than four teams who got BCS bowls.

Now, crying because you went 11-2 and are going to the Cotton Bowl is absolutely ridiculous. Ree-deeeeck-you-luss! But I’m overcome by the sense of it just not being fair. I feel like a kid trying to make sense of one of the world’s great injustices.

But the absolute worst? A girl at work whom I don’t even remotely like came up to my desk today for the sole purpose of taunting me and my team.

I told her that I wasn’t going to take that shit from her and she needed to step back.

Because she has zero social skills, she thought I was kidding. I’ve got your school spirit right here, sweetheart.

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