boring shite and complaining

An Excel spreadsheet that I use for part of my job was corrupted last week. I lost about 2 weeks worth of work, LOTS of fucking work. Joe restored the file for me, so at least I didn't have to recreate the whole thing. So for the past 3 days, I've been working to recover the lost information. TODAY, the goddamn spreadsheet was corrupted again. WEEEEEEEE! THANK YOU BABY JESUS! I have to go work on my boss' computer now, because mine is a cocksucking piece of shit. I swear it's riddled with viruses....or Satan. Maybe both. AAAAA! It just spit at me!

That was a joke.
You laugh now.

Every day I want to be here less and less.
Stupid girl-brain. *grabs letter opener* You die now.
Stupid brains in general...giving people nightmares and such.

*grumbles more and kicks some more things*

I felt changing my journal background and colors was more important. Still need new usericon. I work now.

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Oooooo...not feeling good.

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