Grrrr...
I hate going to take a shower, only to find feline diarrhea coating the entire fucking bathtub.
I hate searching for food in the middle of the night and finding only sugary crap, guaranteed to rot my teeth and contribute to my eventual morbid obesity- which means that by extension, I hate most American shopping centers, but that's another story entirely.
I hate not having a working printer, because it leaves me incapable of printing out my rough versions of chapters and extending them in any meaningful way.
I hate the way that it is so fucking outrageously hot in this hell-hole.
I hate that my hair is the perfect length to drop down into my right eye every God damned time that I lean forward, but is not long enough for me to hook behind my ear (FUCK YOU, BANGS, FUCK YOU SO HARD).
I hate that I cannot for the life me get comfortable, because my bed is perpetually covered with sand, my computer chair is bent in a virtually-unworkable position and my rocking chair's seat is absurdly hard and painful- and because, as previously mentioned, it's so fucking outrageously hot.
I hate the way that my mind keeps ranting about sex.
I hate how I'm either dehydrated, which means that my mouth is dry and I can't concentrate, or I'm over-hydrated, which means that I need to piss every five minutes and can't concentrate.
And most of all, I hate hate hate the way that time is moving which such painful sluggishness.
PS. I ALSO HATE THE FUCKING WAY THAT I CAN'T JUST SELECT 'PASTE' FROM THE RIGHT-CLICK MENU ON THIS GOD DAMNED SITE. OH NO, I NEED TO CLICK CONTROL-V FOR IT TO WORK, OR ELSE I GET THIS FUCKING ANNOYING POPUP ABOUT HOW I NEED TO CLICK CONTROL-V!
FUCK YOU, LIVEJOURNAL, AND YOUR FUCKING BEAUROCRACY.
I hate searching for food in the middle of the night and finding only sugary crap, guaranteed to rot my teeth and contribute to my eventual morbid obesity- which means that by extension, I hate most American shopping centers, but that's another story entirely.
I hate not having a working printer, because it leaves me incapable of printing out my rough versions of chapters and extending them in any meaningful way.
I hate the way that it is so fucking outrageously hot in this hell-hole.
I hate that my hair is the perfect length to drop down into my right eye every God damned time that I lean forward, but is not long enough for me to hook behind my ear (FUCK YOU, BANGS, FUCK YOU SO HARD).
I hate that I cannot for the life me get comfortable, because my bed is perpetually covered with sand, my computer chair is bent in a virtually-unworkable position and my rocking chair's seat is absurdly hard and painful- and because, as previously mentioned, it's so fucking outrageously hot.
I hate the way that my mind keeps ranting about sex.
I hate how I'm either dehydrated, which means that my mouth is dry and I can't concentrate, or I'm over-hydrated, which means that I need to piss every five minutes and can't concentrate.
And most of all, I hate hate hate the way that time is moving which such painful sluggishness.
PS. I ALSO HATE THE FUCKING WAY THAT I CAN'T JUST SELECT 'PASTE' FROM THE RIGHT-CLICK MENU ON THIS GOD DAMNED SITE. OH NO, I NEED TO CLICK CONTROL-V FOR IT TO WORK, OR ELSE I GET THIS FUCKING ANNOYING POPUP ABOUT HOW I NEED TO CLICK CONTROL-V!
FUCK YOU, LIVEJOURNAL, AND YOUR FUCKING BEAUROCRACY.