Damn it. Trash bag. Kitchen garbage. Full. Ish. Not full quite enoughish. Press it down just so. Not so much the trash bag sticks inside. Put flattened boxes on the top. On the side. Coffee grounds will fit. But. Oops. They escaped. Ran off the edge. Down the side. On the floor. Crap. OK. Fine. I’ll take it out. Pull it up. The bag is stuck like it was not supposed to. Sticking. Fighting. Swearing. Grinting. Banging. Thumping. Pulling. Arging. Boomp. Out. Sprinkle trash. Eggshell coffee ground. Ripshred. Out damn bag. Trash bag. Damn it. My life is a hell.
This is hard for me. My life is a hell. Be afraid. Or you will join me. TFTD: WTH?