April 03, 2002 :: 9:46 a.m.
grrrr to the maximum extreme
AOL tech support sucks my nonexistent testicles. I called this morning, because our connection is STILL fucked up, and after waiting around on the phone for 400 gazillion hours, they couldn't help me. Now, if AOL tech support can't fix a problem with AOL, how in god's name am I supposed to? She told me to do things. I did them. She told me to uninstall and reinstall AOL, so I did, and lo! It's still being a cock whore. Grrr. And I repeat: GRRR.
Yes, I'm feeling irritable this morning. I fell asleep fully clothed again last night, and then woke up at 8 o' clock this morning. Boo to waking up so goddamn early. I dropped my birth control bills in the Dollar Tree parking lot yesterday, but I didn't notice until many hours later, when I reached into my purse to get them. I waited around until ten, hoping that Excitement Video would call and say, "YES!," but they didn't, so I went back to the Dollar Tree to see if they were still there. They were. Woo. That was nice, because I don't have $35 to spend on another pack this month, and I don't like hitting my parents up for money.
Excitement Video never called. Fuck them. I should call this afternoon, but why? Why do I have to call them when the manager said that she would call me? Should I be taking this as a sign that they're not going to hire me? Because if that's the case, I'd rather they just call and say, "we hate you, go apply someplace else, you hideous beast." This waiting around shit is too frustrating. And nerve-wracking. And I feel like an idiot when I call them, sooo... I'm going to fall back on the theme of this entry: GRRRRRRR!
My parents were fighting this morning. Hardcore. A lovely thing to wake up to, neh? Yeah. I thought so, too.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Someone needs to slip cancerous cells into my oatmeal and put me out of my misery. <--- hey Amanda, would you be so kind?
Bob Dylan makes me want to stick nails into my ears.
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