August 16, 2002 :: 12:11 a.m.
it's a bad day
Okay, I'm going to be really subtle here, so you might want to pay extra attention.
Today has been one of the worst days in the history of my existence.
See? I bet you could hardly tell how much today sucked. I think I've experienced about 3 seconds of happiness in the past 24 hours, and that's only because I've been around Adam.
Pat's band was really good, though. Too bad I was in an even less social mood than usual, and silently wished a painful death upon 98% of the people there. But that's nothing new, I guess.
And to top off a wonderful day, my fucking computer won't start because it has some sort of spaz problem that really needs to be taken care of before I throw it out the goddamn window. Run on, yes. Too bad. I'm cranky enough to break some shins. With my teeth. And enjoy it. I had planned to come home and watch Amelie to cheer me up a little bit, but now I can't, because the only TV-esque thing I have in my room is the computer and its handy dandy DVD drive. Fuck. I want to hurt something. Break dishes or some shit.
I'm going to go... well, I don't know. Bash my computer to smoking bits with a crowbar, maybe? Sounds like a fucking plan to me.
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