Tired. Oh so very tired. Not a bad day really. Nothing to report. At all. Don't know why I bothered. Brain hurt. She Hulk say buh bye.

Tuesday I'm in love...or was that friday?

Kay Helllllllo???? Tomorrow is Wednesday. Already Wednesday. Yah, crap it's also Valentine's Day and a big 'ole suck my left one to Valentine's Day. It never happens the way I want it to...so I've given up. Just a stoopid Hallmark Holiday to sell shit. Or at least that's the line I use every year. Well it's the line I used when I was single. AND YAH, I'M NOT.

THIS year the man is (yes, it IS on Saturday not tomorrow, but STILL...) going with a friend to see wrestling...some Valentine's SmackDown where they advertise the night with a bloody fist holding a heart ripped from someone's chest. AWESOME, dude. Well I hope they have fun. And to all you ladies shaking your head...yah.... so am I.

Good day to you. I SAID GOOD DAY!

How many jobs must a girl walk through...?

I can't help it. I can't bleeping well help that I hate my job. I remember when they asked "So, what's your interest in database marketing?" in the interview and my face went blank. HOW do you answer that question? "Um, minimal, thank you very much."

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Kay, feel better now.


Well, not really, but I'm going to fool myself. Fool myself into believing that my life isn't a pit. I just got an email from a friend who has a new album she's releasing and I had to steel myself against my overwhelming envy. Really ugly colour that envy. Baby-shit green with envy...that's me! But I can't help it...this is absurd. And the girl I work for doesn't seem to realise the inherent irony of giggly quoting "Office Space" and then being the Database Printing Gestapo. I want to cry. But I'll try not to.


shame on me.