mantra

Please let me make it to Friday without killing. Please let me make it to Friday without killing.
Please let me make it to Friday without killing.

Myself or someone else.
Myself or someone else.

It took me two and a half hours to get to work today

Yesterday I had 1 Red Bull, about 4 Diet Cokes, a handful of baked Doritos, and a protein bar...on 3 hours sleep. (but it was worth it, so DON'T FEEL BAD, you assholes. ;)
Oh, and for dinner, I had a glass of milk.

Today, I decided I wanted a nice, big, FUCK-OFF salad. So Scott and I ordered from Victor Jr's for lunch. I get a nice, big, FUCK-OFF, chicken Caesar salad. I don't know what part of CHICKEN Caesar salad they didn't understand, but it would appear to be the CHICKEN part that was confusing. There is too much dressing on it and no chicken. Victor's Jr. can go fuck themselves with their heavy-handed dressing putting on and homemade mother effing croutons. Aww, crap....now I feel bad that I didn't like it. Damn me. I'm such a fucking nutcase. They don't care, why should I. Someone shoot me, for the good of humanity.

And if anyone decides to stress me out further, kindly fuck off.
I don't need it. I can't handle it. And I don't fucking care.

I miss masquerader.

p.s. every time I load my user info page, I find I've been defriended by one more person. I find this highly amusing.

p.p.s. I'm looking at my salad and it's making me sad