i was going to rant about how pissed off i am and what a shitty morning i've had so far. but that was until i saw the new set of pictures of jolene and elara splishin-and-a-splashin. i could feel my urge to kill fade... fade... fade... until it was gone. then i went and looked at the maya set again and managed to crack a smile. good thing because i must've woke up on the wrong fucking side of the bed. but my teeth are still on edge and the condition will likely persist as this morning's phone calls have been a merciless procession of assholes who expect me to be all helpful and shit. fuck all of those numbnut fucks who can't even see the writing on the wall. in order to counteract all the sitting and seething i've done this morning, it'd probably be in my best interest to hit the gym tonight following work. i should probably treat myself and pick up the new thievery corporation during lunch. i could use the soothing sounds from the eighteenth street lounge. i think its this whole gmat thing, my appetite for destruction will hopefully resolve itself for better tidings after i submit myself to institutionalized torture this saturday afternoon. my weekend was pretty much ruined by two practice exams i took which did absofuckinglutely nothing to improve upon my performance. here's hoping that i can bite my tongue and avoid saying something that'll get me fired. my company is in the shitter and someone ought to stand up and say that the emperor is walking around bare-assed.
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*phew*