weeeeeeeeeeee, it came on the day of my grandma's funeral when I was at the wake.

woooooooooooooooo. I LIKE GETTING STUFF IN THE MAIL. :3

The first cup of coffee and energy drink in a while.

And I guess THAT'S what's been giving me the really noxious gas I'm now exhibiting.

weeeee.

seriously.
I'm really considering getting a biohazard symbol tattooed near my ass.

this is fucking hilarious.
thank god I'mt he only one in my room.

ETA: Holy crap, second time i've had to go to the bathroom in about an hour. WTF

ETA2: Um, I've never thought I'd say this, but I've felt nervous when I went to bed and kinda paranoid. And I woke up nervous and paranoid, and I have a stomachache.

This isn't good. :(

My subconscious likes to throw me mental curveballs every so often to make sure that I don't feel happy at any given point.

For example, my dream this morning...

I originally started off being at a cake festival, and was looking at wedding cake toppers (I saw some fairly cute ones that I was like OMG BUY NOW FOR LATER WEDDING!!). Then it got bad somehow..

then it lead to this (I swear work is making me lose my mind, this is evidence of that)...

It was a summery day at work (I don't know why my work dreams lately take place in the summer), and for some stupid reason, my boss thought it'd be a good idea to buy a dog to keep at work. So I took on training it.

It was a fucking nuisance--it kept doing running jumps in order to bite me. So I'd grab his muzzle and sternly say no. I must have gotten bitten more than a dozen times at this point by this little hellion--I think it had a bit of collie in it, and I've seen a hyperactive miniature collie before.

So I'm in the back, getting something in the cooler, and the dog decides to come and bite me again. Kneejerk reaction is as it's latching itself onto my arm is to smack it on the back. It lets go and seems hurt. Lovely. So I kind of run off, going oohfuckohfuckohfuck.

Animal Control gets called in, with all these people in the cafe. I'm getting an espresso shot ready, and I'm trying not to get a lot of attention garnered on me, so I keep my back turned. One of the officers is filming for some stupid reason, then comes behind the counter (where a few of my coworkers are) and kind of stands next to me, talking away.

Then he turns to me, looks at my hands, then looks at my face, and tells me that my hands are cold, and that from my eyes, he can tell I've seen a lot of dead people, and that I'm dead inside.

Boss told co-worker that we can't go to the bathroom except on our breaks.

Oh well, I guess when I can't hold in my pee, I'll pee in front of the grill.

Or I'll make a bloody mess or something.

Or fall to the floor and cry. lol

SERVE HIM RIGHT.

charging 2.36 for a can of v8 wtf

and more expensive than starbucks for coffee! WHODA THUNK

decaf coffee smells like fucking ass mixed in with rotten eggs and fermented cheese.

ughhhhh.

when I jazz it up with a lot of sugar, it isn't SO bad.

ugh.

decaf.

I hate you.

Massive headache.

I don't think I drink even close to enough to make me hydrated. Whoops. Need to drink moar fluids!

also ballin' song, yo.

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and collectively jump on me, leaving nothing but mush.

Just been drawing so much today--been happy with how it all turns out.

yayyyyy.

besides feeling weird for the past few hours, it's been a damn good day.

Work can go suck a fuck.
People coming out in droves today can suck a fuck.
My computer can go suck a fuck.

So computer went kaput on... one day, I don't know. That's why I haven't been on lately. Dad's SLOWLY working on it, since it was his birthday yesterday and his party today.

I really.
really.
really.
REALLY
fucking hate everything.

I'm so tired, so sore, so stressed out, so angry. My mind is full of fog, I can't think properly, and I can't wait to get home during the day so I can sleep and bide my time till the computer gets back up fully. I'm posting on the innerwebs cuz dad's still working on shit, but i thought people would want to know where I was, even if you don't care.

I just need to go hide.

My brother rickrolled me, the son of a bitch.

and the dishwasher at work broke again.

epic fail, dishwasher, epic fail. thanks for doing that when the boss isn't around, and won't be back for a week.

>:(

WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN WHEN I HAD MY SQUIRTLE SHIRT ON. :(