ROAR!

Motherfucker. I do not like being woken up by cell phone during my nap. For those who don't know, I only text with my phone unless it's super important like mommy (or someone is fucking dying, otherwise, to hell with people, ROAR!) Fuck, I got more hours out of it, but what that fuck! Stupid co-worker who has the manager wrapped around his fucking finger. Now I'm angry and awake. Probably going to lead some ficcing. I'll live vicariously and beat up people through motherfucking Jason Todd.

At least I have ice cream. Ice cream is good. Damn. I may have one class tomorrow, but I still gotta vote, give my pie and cookies I won't eat before they go bad to the boys in the game room (Hey, there's an idea; one of them should drive me to work and/or to vote! Make my life fucking easier!!) then go to work at 5:30 'til close.

Okay, I've mellowed a little since the beginning of this post. All the ice cream's doing. Maybe a bit of me being spastic and bitchy. *shrugs*