i am deadly tired. like, falling asleep on the couch by 9p.m. tired (which, btw, influences the tmi chart over there). when i get this tired it is like narcolepsy.
i want to eat all the time. and i want something sweet to eat. a giant cinnamon roll and a pan full of double chocolate brownies would be good for starters.
i do not want to be wallered (shut up, it is so a word). the girl was snuggling w/ me on the couch last night, which i love, love love, but she kept wallering around and touching me and i just wanted to make it stop. sit by me and lean on me, put your arm around me, hug me, but stop the damn moving around/fidgeting/wallering for god's sake!
i am highly irritated at fuck ups at work today. why is it that people i have no fucking control over do not understand the fucking concept of what a fucking deadline is?? and if you tell me the best way to reach you is via email and then you do not respond i want to kill you.
if that guy in the corner doesn't get off of his phone (it's been glued to his ear and he's been talking since 8fucking30 this morning) i am going to grab the receiver and jam it up his stupid ass. i really do not like this guy. he is a douche canoe and a twat waffle all in one. and the guy sitting catty corner to me? blowing his fucking nose wayyyyyy too loudly.
i also want to kill whoever invented twitter. we twitter for work. it is bullshit. i would tell you my work twitter address but then you might follow me and i'd have to kill you.
tomorrow i am quite sure i will have nothing in my closet that i want to wear. why? because the clothes would be touching my body.
i fucking hate pms.