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I'm having that thing where you cry really hard and your throat just closes up and no sound will come out and it's extremely painful.

Blech. Sorry to whine so much, for real. I just...even a person with normal self-esteem would be somewhat worn down at this point, I think. Spending 40 hours a week with people who act like they don't want you around is not so much fun, and I'm kinda tired of it.

You know what the odd part is, too? There is no way on Earth that they hate me even a tenth as much as I fucking hate them. My hate for them is a living, fire-breathing creature from hell. My hate for them contains multitudes. Yet, they are obviously not content to simply leave me the fuck alone, as I try my damnedest to do to them. It's like they enjoy having someone hate. Bitches. Stupid microwave-preheating disco bitches.

On the upside, I just watched a movie featuring an ATTACK WHEELCHAIR FROM HELL, raaaahhh! There's an object to which I never imagined attaching the emotion fear. It chased some poor lady (who was only trying to help, by the way) down a flight of stairs. I have NO idea what it would have done if it had caught her; run over her feet, maybe?

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Date: 2005-02-12 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreagonfli.livejournal.com
COME CHAT RIGHT NOW.

And btw, I LOVE YOU.

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