xchaosx

Tomorrow is my birthday... woo. With the mood that I'm in, currently, I hope the world ends at precisely 11:59:59.

I already verbally accosted some poor soul who called to offer me a new credit card earlier. My mood was not his fault, by any means, but if you work as a telemarketer, you should expect abuse.

Think I'll go kick the dog... Or perhaps just look out the door, longingly, knowing how good it would feel to kick something.

Or someone...

My only saving grace for tonight is the fact that I think I may slip out for a bit later... I desperately need to.