Have You Heard The News That You're Dead?

I'm pissed.

My Drama class is begging to be stabbed, or shot, or shanked, or SOMETHING. I want to cause them great harm. Like, lots of it. I hate 4/12 of their fucking guts right now.

THEY want ALL OF US to be quiet during THEIR scene, but when EVERYONE ELSE'S SCENE is going on, it's like a fucking proverbial chat room in the front row!!!!! THEY NEED TO FUCKING GROW UP.

*sigh* I'm giving myself a headache, ranting like this. I need some sugar, or some chocolate.

I have to seat tonight *repeat of the angry face*. I HATE seating at work. I might try to trade with someone, but Vic won't let me. *sad face*

But tomorrow is NOOK DAY! THANK YOU, WHOEVER THE HELL IS UP THERE!! Finally, proof SOMEONE up there cares . . . . . . .

But I think my dah may have forgotten. But my madre hasn't, so I'm gettin', bay-beeee!

. . . . . . I'm SOOOOO jittery right now, it's not even funny. I'm takin' a break from the computer for a bit, just so I can get my pissed-off-anger-ness under control.

But remember, guys, I love you all. Really. I do. You guys are what makes life bearable, and I don't know what I would do without you.

And when you go . . . would you have the guts to say, "I don't love you . . . like I loved you . . . yesterday."?

~Jink