Today I'm Irritated Because...

1. I was almost murdered on Fairfax Co Pkwy by a Lexus SUV that was sporting a Baby on Board magnet AND a McCain/Palin sticker. Lame.

2. I held the door for some middle-aged has-been who was on her cell; didn't get a thank you; she stepped on the back of my heel; and her teenaged, slutty-fied daughter with the trashy French pedicure followed quickly behind, texting at rapid/rabid speeds. Ridiculous.

3. I have poison ivy on my leg that is starting to ooze and creep onto my disgusting dress pants that I hate. Sexy.

4. I JUST REALIZED I LEFT MY HOMEMADE ICED COFFEE IN THE CAR BECAUSE I'M TOO CHEAP/POOR TO BUY THAT CRAP EVERY DAY EFFFFFFF.

5. It's unfuckingbelievably beautiful outside and I'm in my hell-hole lair where there aren't any windows/the sun don't shine. Eff corporate America.

6. There is still oil gushing into the ocean. Fucking, I can't even talk about it.


i'll be back later once STG implodes on itself.

I Need to Stop Eating Twizzlers. Stat.

This whole being-allergic-to-my-BF shit and doing nothing at work all GD day is getting really effing old. Once again, every time Cody visits or I visit Cody I break out in some ridiculous old-woman rash on my neck and arm. What is that? It's been happening for months. Can't narrow it down to anything specific (other than him). *Sorry Cody, you're still cute :)*
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(Please, I don't look this disgusting. But close.)

Also, how is it that I get paid to sit for hours upon hours to do absolutely nothing alll mother effing day? I'm posting on my blog for christ's sake. That is ridiculous. It is unbelievably beautiful outside and I'm sitting here, in a cube, holding off slashing my wrists when I could be outside doing something somewhat productive. Whatevs.

At least I have a job!

(PS-this is what I found when I googled 'happily employeed.'
Get outta my face Claudia Leens.)
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Moving on--if I have to hear one more thing about Tiger Woods, there will be blood. How dare you wreck your disgusting Buick, have affairs with nasty-o tattooed "ladies," ruin your marriage to hot babe Swede baby's mama, and--this is the worst offense--play golf. Fucking rude, dude.
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Seriously. Get your life in order. And don't tell me about it. That's all for my ranting today. Well, at the moment at least.

Buh.