Extremes.

I'm scared to be happy at work. Yesterday was awesome happiness filled and today was... well... SUCK-ish.

>.< I knew it. Sometimes I think it's not coincidental anymore. Like hello. ALWAYS.

When you start being happy one day at work... please expect that tomorrow will sort of be a BIG BITCH.

They should do feng shui on that place to get rid of that extremity thingy with emotions.

I wanna start ranting on every single thing that had gone wrong, but I don't see the point anymore. Like why rant? Not like it will do anything to actually help the situation be less frustrating. :p

Anyway. It's a weekend. And I should not think about work at all. Because... I'm gonna be a bitch if I do so. GAWD.


Dear enemies, please just die or something. I'm actually trying to be nice and you keep testing meh patience. Please stop. Or... IMMA BITCH SLAP YOU. End of story.

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 Note to self: Please make sure you don't kill anyone. It's near Christmas and Santa might cross you out on the "I've been good" list.