It's the end of day three and my stress level has skyrocketed clean through the roof. Not only is there the cacophony of constant noise to deal with, I'm painfully low on sleep, the horse is getting all jazzed up, and I'm right in the middle of a four day stretch of work with two fucking closing shifts (tonight and tomorrow). Words cannot possibly ( Read more... )

Dudes started ripping the shingles off the roof. At EIGHT IN THE GODDAMN MORNING. It is so motherfucking loud, you would not believe. I may very well lose my mind before this shit is over. I think the cat already has.

Here's the thing, I don't hate my job. I don't hate the people, I don't hate the work, I don't hate Subway as either a company or a foodstuff. I loathe Italian herbs and cheese bread more than life itself, but that's because it sucks in every way imaginable. However, I still don't hate Subway. What I and, I guaran-fucking-tee, every other person ( Read more... )

"Preposterous dude" is my new favorite phrase. Also, as of tomorrow, I am officially gainfully employed again. Yes, that is all that's happened in the past seven or eight weeks. You can take that attitude of yours and shove it, missy!

Having been away from my/any computer for the past several days, all I can say is: OH GOD, MY EYES. HOW DO PEOPLE STARE AT THESE THINGS ALL DAY? HOW DID I DO IT WHEN I WAS IN SCHOOL? JESUS CHRIST ( Read more... )

So Ese's okay. I didn't seem him all weekend, which I spent feeling guilty about being his buyer/calling the cops in the first place. But still, even if they didn't have to pump his stomach, there was always the chance if we just left him basically unsupervised that he could have choked on his own vomit. He ended up with a $186 minor and a $50 one- ( Read more... )

Oh, dear god, I just wrote Skins crack!fic based on a ridiculous macro and a comment on said macro. This time could've been much better spent with FLAPPERS or, say, the final paper I have due for Interpersonal in the morning. Whatever, Katie Fitch wins everything, even crack.

Title: Once Upon Your Dead Body (Serious title is serious, and also a ( Read more... )

I spent lunch chatting about stalkers and planning a drawing of the Lincoln assassination with John Wilkes Booth as a terminator with Ese. Tonight I have to find good pictures of the following to email him in order to make my dream a reality: John Wilkes Booth, Abraham Lincoln, Ford's Theatre, stovepipe hats, and terminators. Not the entire robot, ( Read more... )

I don't THINK I'm a bitter old woman or anything like that, but I can't not find it irritating when couples feel the need to hang all over each other in public to the point where it actually impedes their ability to walk like normal human beings. It's especially lame when they have a third person with them who basically has THIRD WHEEL in giant red ( Read more... )

You guys, swine flu is FREAKING ME OUT. A little. I get all my information from the horse because when things like this happen she is all over them, and she told me there have been confirmed cases in Kansas and suspected ones in Minnesota and HEY, HI, I LIVE IN MINNESOTA. Now I am sort of convinced I am going to get the swine flu even though I have ( Read more... )