I am ready to fucking kill someone.
Needless to say NOTHING is working right and I really don't have the time or patience for any of it. I just yelled at the fucking cat, for crying out loud.
I hate Target, I hate every driver on the road, I hate everyone.
And I still haven't finished up my stupid resume stuff.
poor sara. I'm so sorry.
Allyson, it's fine. You'll see her when you can; it's not like she's going anywhere. In fact, she had another surgery today. I was gonna call you today to see if you wanted to have lunch, but then I sort of spaced.
seethe seethe
Just not enough hours, plus the internet being evillest, people lying to me, people hanging up on me AND ALL THE REST OF THE CRAp.
Sigh.
And I was going to spend the evening quietly doing a manicure. Even that makes me mad now.
I'm sorry, sara. I hate it when everything goes wrong like that.
Allyson, your link doesn't work.
Poor stressy Sara.
I really can't do any more tonight. I just can't. I need to, but...no. I'm done.
I'd end up writing a cover letter with a bunch of fucks in it. Not good.
Hate it when this happens.
Hmm. I don't see the review I put up for the krav maga book, but the one I submitted for Vampire People just afterwards is up.
Can they yank reviews? Would they? Who is this they, anyway?