i am at a loss for a sufficiently potent celebratory profane word to use here
IT'S DONE. it's done it's done it's done it's FUCKING FUCKING DONE.
My motherfucking portfolio is finally fucking done. Finally.
And the goddamned School of goddamned Art and Art History had better goddamned well like it because I nearly killed my goddamned self making it all goddamned pretty for them. God damn. I am seriously about this close to needing a neck brace and carpal tunnel syndrome treatment from the number of days I've spent hunched over the goddamn computer. Entire days. And nights. AND TWO FUCKING DAYS INTO MY MOTHERFUCKING SPRING BREAK YOU BASTARDS. GAHHH. FUCKING ... GAH.
Yes. And now, provided that my CD is not an asshole when I go to test it tomorrow morning in the computer lab, I will finally be able to go home and bury myself in sand and saltwater and fish sandwiches and plentiful sleep and my mommy making food for me. Yesssss. Oh Jesus.
My motherfucking portfolio is finally fucking done. Finally.
And the goddamned School of goddamned Art and Art History had better goddamned well like it because I nearly killed my goddamned self making it all goddamned pretty for them. God damn. I am seriously about this close to needing a neck brace and carpal tunnel syndrome treatment from the number of days I've spent hunched over the goddamn computer. Entire days. And nights. AND TWO FUCKING DAYS INTO MY MOTHERFUCKING SPRING BREAK YOU BASTARDS. GAHHH. FUCKING ... GAH.
Yes. And now, provided that my CD is not an asshole when I go to test it tomorrow morning in the computer lab, I will finally be able to go home and bury myself in sand and saltwater and fish sandwiches and plentiful sleep and my mommy making food for me. Yesssss. Oh Jesus.