there's an ocean between where I am and where I want to be

May 06, 2005 11:36

I am in a bad mood. While the antibiotics are actually helping with my strep, they give me excruciating stomach pain and make sure I can not sleep in at all ever for the next 10 days. And some girl in a car the size of Madagascar almost killed me. Dude, if I am already in the middle of the road, you can't drive there. The laws of physics say no. This makes me cranky. So, in the spirit of self-pity and negative wallowings, I bring you :



-people who decide that the absolute perfect place to smoke is RIGHT OUTSIDE the entrances to buildings, therefore making it impossible to enter without walking through a cloud of cancerous smoke.
-the 27 hundred thousand million papers/projects I have due next week
-people who make me do all the work in 'group' projects
-the Commons not having decent bananas and dirty lettuce
-reflexive German verbs
-buildings that smell like pee
-people who vomit in the middle of the sidewalk
-the Wellness center and the incompitant asshats who work there
-nacho cheese sause
-people who talk on their cell phones in the library and while at dinner
-people who talk REALLY LOUDLY on their phones just because they want you to hear their fascinating conversations
-the lady who works at the switchboard/mailroom after 6 pm
-when the people across the hall from me won't shut up
-people who won't take a hint
-self rightious people
-hair
-packing peanuts
-the freakish Table Rock workers who look like those freaky people who work at carnivals until they loose too many teeth or kill too many small children.

Hurrah for vindictiveness.
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