Seriously. I understand that people will always have questions about everything, but yknow… I don’t understand why they need to waste everyones time with questions that they could answer themselves if they just listened to what people were saying from the beginning. Especially if the information they’re looking for is in any kind of reading material that’s already been provided to them. Just fucking read it. How hard is that?

I hate it when they get the wrong idea about things because they can’t deduce simple concepts and then when you have been repeatedly trying to correct them they start getting bitchy and curt with you. Just shut the fuck up. Maybe if you had been here, you wouldn’t look so dumb.

I REALLY hate it when the same people tell you not to be so concerned with what they say and ask even though what they’re saying and asking is a stupid waste of time. Yeah I’m concerned. I’m concerned you’re on something.

I really really really hate it when people have been hired to take point on a certain task and they start coming to me with questions that they’re supposed to be a specialist in. Seriously. I asked my superior to find someone who is an expert in this area since it’s not my field and not my job to be responsible for it, and instead of being competant enough to fulfill our requests, I end up doing all the work for them. You advertised to us that you were a specialist in this area. If you can’t figure this shit out, then what the fuck are we paying you for?

End rant.

I’m going to post a video tomorrow about what my boyfriend put me through on Thursday night. It was seriously horrific.

In other news, I’ve made my deadline for this news site. Well, I will meet my deadline. I’m not done yet, but I will be tomorrow morning. I’ve been working pretty much 24/7.. I’ve barely gotten any sleep. But at least I’m getting paid for all my work soon.

All that being said,
I think I’m going to borrow the reigning theme of the day –
which, I’m sure, will prevail through at least December 18, 2007:
FUCK MY LIFE.

We’ve got some really shotty hosting. I’m moving this to a different server in a few days.

Anyway, it’s my 21st birthday. Whoop-dee-fuckin-doo. I’m not drinking anymore, so there goes that perk. I like that the option is there though. Legally. It’s 6 AM and I’ve been awake all night because my boyfriend can’t seem to stop rolling around. He says he has heart burn.

My mom is so pissed at me. I’ve been “at my friend’s” for three days now and before I left she specifically told me to come home that night because she think’s I’ve been out over night too much. Well fucking duh, Mom. I’m 21 now; what the fuck do you want from me? It’s not like there’s anything she can do at this point other than get mad for a little while.

She actually called and left a voicemail to tell me she’s disowned me and not to talk to her. Great. That’ll last.

Someone owes me a shitload of money. And y’know, I’m not just asking for it out of spite; as convenient as it is for them to think. I’m asking because I am no longer obligated to be too nice to demand that they pay me back.

It takes a lot for me to get angry at a friend. Really, it does. I consider myself pretty tolerable of most things if I think your heart’s in a good place. I recently told a friend that her boyfriend has been cheating on her, so now she wants to unload all this crap on me about how they both think I’m a pathological liar. And agiri over there tells me that all they do is talk shit about me, and they’ve been doing it from the beginning. I love it. It’s so funny.

First I lied about my job. Except that one of their reasons for not wanting to pay me back my money is that I don’t need it. Because of the money I make. From my job. Well actually, I quit my job recently but even if I were still working, the fact remains that I gave them $200 and they still owe me. So honey, maybe you should consider more lucrative job opportunities than babysitting. There’s an idea for ya.