YARGH!

[wordinista]

Tomorrow is George's birthday. His thirtieth birthday, actually.

And I haven't.

Gotten.

Paid.

YET.

FNARGH!!!

We're supposed to go to dinner. I wanted to get stuff to make him a birthday cake.

There are THINGS that I need to DO.

*twitchveinpoptwitchTWITCH*

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!

*niamh grits her teeth and makes up a variety of new and interesting-sounding curse words, though largely made-up, because she is trying to watch her language these days*

STUPID.

COLLEGE.

STUPID.

JOB.

STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID.

RRRRAR.

Comments

[tatertott.livejournal.com]

*hugs about the 'stupid college job thing'*

..what you need to do is give me your address so I can Fed-Ex him a jar of mayonnaise ;D

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

ROFL!

I should do that, shouldn't I?

Really, though. This is the last straw. I'm just so fed up with the college right now, there just aren't words for it. I was supposed to get paid Friday. It's now Tuesday. I hate this. I freaking HATE IT.

*Throws hands up* Okay universe, I get it! I'M YOUR BITCH! Now lay off, please! I GIVE UP!

*ahem*

[aoi-tsuki1.livejournal.com]

This is the Universe speaking.

...Uh...

*the Universe thinks*

Eff it. I'm sure it's too busy to utilize its bitches all at once, so odds are pretty good you'll come out on top. (Tell George I said happy birthday...and for the love of crap, don't open any packages. Especially squirrel-sized ones lined with lead that seem to be shaking from the inside. Things could always be worse--nothin' like having one of Dori's squirrels attack you, only to realize that you do not in fact have any bollocks.)