i’m viscious today. i don’t like anyone. i don’t want to talk to anyone. i especially don’t want anyone to talk to me. i’m busy with my own crap, so don’t email me to get me to do your fucking work because you’re stupid and lazy and didn’t get it done on your own last week. don’t come in here, walking like you have an attitude, and expect me to cow-tow to you just because you’re in a hurry. and, yes, i do know that it smells like tar. i’ve been breathing it for the last three hours. you really don’t have to mention it when you briefly amble in to give me more shit to do. lastly, just because i’m angry and short-tempered does not mean there is a reason. so quit asking what’s fucking wrong. you’re only making my mood worse.
*runs and hides*
*grr*
Yeah!!! And don’t forget to tell them to FUCK OFF!!!!! :) I like being mean.
sister, i know exactly how you feel. i call it the mean reds and their ain’t nothing you can do to make them better. you just gotta let it run out of steam.