Mmnerrp!
STRESS!
I've been trying for a week to figure out why gmail won't let me send my concept sketches to Playmakers! Theater School headquarters. I told them I'd have them in on this past monday. I sent them sunday night. And it's still giving me error messages. FUCK!
My desk chair is finally starting to shit out on me. My padre bought me one from Ikea a year or so back. It's a standard desk chair with a back and a pneumatic lift cylinder. Unfortunately, the maximum weight allotment for the thing is about 50lbs less than my ass, so it's starting to slump further and further to the ground. Forcing me to draw and type at a ridiculous angle and ultimately destroying my spinal column, and making my ass nerve to spasm at the warehouse. FUCK!
My phone got put through the wash accidentally about a month or so ago. It died. So I had to use Gemma's phone, and she borrowed one from her work for a while. Last week my boss gave me a blackberry he was going to throw away. SWEET! But since I haven't signed up for the blackberry service, I can't access my email, send pin-to-pin messages for free, download anything, basically not use the device at it's full potential. It figures that, my boss's garbage, also doesn't let me talk on it for more than a minute and a half, or check my voicemail either. FUCK!
My bathroom sink is falling off the wall. FUCK!
The toilet is sinking into the floor. FUCK!
I need a haircut. FUCK!
Dieting and eating healthy, with plenty of exercise is a pain in my ass. I often find myself mid-pushup, wondering if all this effort will make any goddamn difference at all? I hate doing anything in which I can't see immediate results. If I had the money I'd definitely hire a quack to suck the fat out of my ass. FUCK!
I drink coffee a lot. Subjective! Because I used to drink very little, now a cup or two a day is leaving me a twitching nervous wreak of an asshole. FUCK!
Cigarettes will one day kill me. FUCK!
I'm stifling my own creativity through asinine busywork. FUCK!
I complain a lot, and expect people to care. Pardon the shit outta me! FUCK!
I'm tired and I have to be up at 5:30, because on fridays we get to start work an hour earlier for no ARBITRARY REASON!!
FUCK!!
I saw the trailer for iron man.
Sweet.
I've been trying for a week to figure out why gmail won't let me send my concept sketches to Playmakers! Theater School headquarters. I told them I'd have them in on this past monday. I sent them sunday night. And it's still giving me error messages. FUCK!
My desk chair is finally starting to shit out on me. My padre bought me one from Ikea a year or so back. It's a standard desk chair with a back and a pneumatic lift cylinder. Unfortunately, the maximum weight allotment for the thing is about 50lbs less than my ass, so it's starting to slump further and further to the ground. Forcing me to draw and type at a ridiculous angle and ultimately destroying my spinal column, and making my ass nerve to spasm at the warehouse. FUCK!
My phone got put through the wash accidentally about a month or so ago. It died. So I had to use Gemma's phone, and she borrowed one from her work for a while. Last week my boss gave me a blackberry he was going to throw away. SWEET! But since I haven't signed up for the blackberry service, I can't access my email, send pin-to-pin messages for free, download anything, basically not use the device at it's full potential. It figures that, my boss's garbage, also doesn't let me talk on it for more than a minute and a half, or check my voicemail either. FUCK!
My bathroom sink is falling off the wall. FUCK!
The toilet is sinking into the floor. FUCK!
I need a haircut. FUCK!
Dieting and eating healthy, with plenty of exercise is a pain in my ass. I often find myself mid-pushup, wondering if all this effort will make any goddamn difference at all? I hate doing anything in which I can't see immediate results. If I had the money I'd definitely hire a quack to suck the fat out of my ass. FUCK!
I drink coffee a lot. Subjective! Because I used to drink very little, now a cup or two a day is leaving me a twitching nervous wreak of an asshole. FUCK!
Cigarettes will one day kill me. FUCK!
I'm stifling my own creativity through asinine busywork. FUCK!
I complain a lot, and expect people to care. Pardon the shit outta me! FUCK!
I'm tired and I have to be up at 5:30, because on fridays we get to start work an hour earlier for no ARBITRARY REASON!!
FUCK!!
I saw the trailer for iron man.
Sweet.
posted by Ben at 7:48 PM
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