Enter my father. My bad mood returns. I don't understand how a grown man can be such a child. I just don't get it.

The ability of mankind to break boundaries is brought to bear once moe. I guess I'll keep this simple though. As opposed to the entire novel I could, and want to, set to paper. The point I'll focus on today is grammar. And I'll focus loosely at that ( Read more... )

I. Am. Tired.

I had an averagely rough day yesterday at work, but today was cake. Yet for some reason, I am totally whipped.

DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:Very HighAntisocial:LowBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:LowNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:HighDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:High
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Rar, rar rar rar rar. Out in the field today, first appointment in just a few minutes, so I'm late for that one! Second at eight, and an afternoon full of stupid crap done for my father. Which means very little computer time for me today. Especially since I need to drug myself to pas out at around ten o'clock or so tonight. I need to be up at 5- ( Read more... )

I almost forgot to post this! My super-snuggly ultra cool boyfriend who I lovelovelove (You got a problem with that? Eat poopie.) 'drewded' a picture for me. It's my LJ icon, but here's a larger version of it, too!

Back from 'teh mawl', huzzah. It was one of those trips out that I'd rather not take if I can help it. I realy had my heart set on lazing about in a green field, laying in the sun and just chewing on some gra... I mean, hanging out at home on my PC with some loud ass music playing. That and a can of Diet Pepsi twist, which I love quite thoroughly ( Read more... )

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God help me. I can't change the layout of this piece of crap through HTML. Fuck. Oh wait; can I say fuck here? Ah well, I will anyway. In the immortal words of Jay, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, mother fucker fuck fuck, mother fucker fuck!" Off to the last day of work at my old job.