i am officially pms-ing. i don't know why, but i'm ready to kill somebody. i'm in one of those crazes that if i really do get set off, i think i'm likely to commit murder. i'm getting so pissed off at being here i think i'm going to kill myself. and if the fucking printer doesn't start working, i swear i'm going to pull an office space and pummel its sorry ass.

i have actually been a straight-out ass and bitch to clients and staff today because they keep pestering me with bullshit and i'm not in the mood. i don't get it. get off your fucking asses and do the work yourself. i'm not your bitch. i'm not going to always do shit for you just because i'm a fucking jv. ugh. you want bus passes...call them yourself. you want symphony tickets? i don't give a shit. and why can't i be entitled to not be happy and perky and peppy for one damn day. leave me alone, dammit.

i really have no explanation for this foul mood; however, this is the most pissy i've been all JVC year. and to top to it all off, we have spirituality night tonight. praise the lord. i can't wait.

i'm so totally over this shit today. i'm so totally everything today. i need an escape. unfortunately, there is none in sight.

mother fucker. that's right. mother fucker.