Oh, wow. So I have one of these, that's right.

First things first, GIVE ME YOUR STATE OF THE F-LIST UNION, EVERYONE, because I'm awful at being caught up and I like to try to be sometimes.

( secondly, personal blah blah-ing )

Work is stupid. It's a short week, but still stupid. I don't know how I can get so stressed over such an easy job, I really don't. But I can start off in a fantastic mood and by the time I get home all I want to do is curl up on my bed in the dark ( Read more... )

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The right side of my head is about to burst open.

FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCKY FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUCK THIS SHIT HURTS I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO WORK.

/sobbing

/realizes horrible melodrama of morning haet even if it was a stupid shitty headache

/apologizes

Also known as: "WHY BREAKFAST FOR LUNCH DAY IS SLOWLY KILLING ME" and "ODA OBVIOUSLY HATES ME ( Read more... )

No.  I still really do ( Read more... )

I've found that this working thing isn't so bad after the first...has it been four, or six...weeks.  The time actually flies by, once the kids start coming in.  Before I know it, I'm washing the last dishes of the day and emptying my register ( Read more... )

I hate waking up early.  Just let that be said right now- I abhor it.  I loathe it.  And other such synonyms ( Read more... )