I just spent the past two fucking days throwing paint up on the walls of the new house. Having run out of paint we simply went back to Walmart with our paint code, had them mix up another batch, and continued on with the painting. As luck would have the fucking asshat at the paint counter doesn't seem to be able to make any of the four gallons of paint we bought FUCKING MATCH!!! What's better is I now have walls in the house with various "splotches" of different shades or opposing walls of completely different shades. MOTHER FUCKER!!! A whole two god damned days fucked by some bullshit, blue-vest wearing, moron. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Well tomorrow morning I'm off to Home Depot to buy paint mixed by a god damned machine, the way God intended it to be mixed. Man...I haven't been this pissed since I found out Fruit Loops don't actually taste like any type of fruit. Fuck you Toucan Sam and fuck you Walmart. That is all.