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That today's horoscope said:  "The workplace will be a madhouse. You'll find peace tonight."

What it probably ought to have said:  "You will be surrounded by more idiots than usual today."

It's going to take a lot for my Employment Law teacher to get me to revise my opinion of her.  And in case anyone was wondering, my current opinion of her is that she's lazy (do not use the words "thru" and "nite" and expect to get anything resembling respect from me, tyvm), utterly disrespectful of her students' time (ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU SCANNED IN EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE HANDOUTS -- POORLY, I MIGHT ADD -- AND IT'S UP TO US TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO PRINT THEM SO THEY'RE WORTH HALF A DAMN?), and one Archdemon short of a Blight.  (Yes, I know: gratuitous DA:O reference.  I need what laughs I can get right now.)

I need to (a) find my happy place, stat, and (b) switch to herbal tea before the vein currently popping out on my forehead bursts.

ARGH.

I have been in contact with a woman who has been TRYING to get her adoption application processed for ARPH (an Aussie rescue organization). She has been getting the fucking run-around since JANUARY. JANUARY. I know the FL chapter of ARPH has been going through some crap (the main rep stepped down, and I have no idea if anyone's replaced her or not, and the local rep, who was my main liasion, also resigned due to bureaucratic stupidity). So this woman, who was a fantastic potential adopter, by the way, is now completely discouraged and probably rightfully disgusted with ARPH.

THESE DOGS NEED HOMES, PEOPLE. ALIENATING POTENTIAL ADOPTERS IS NOT THE WAY TO GO ABOUT PUTTING SAID DOGS IN HOMES. WHAT THE HELL. GET OVER YOURSELVES AND RETURN A FEW FUCKING PHONE CALLS.

Dear Nameless, Faceless Imbecile Who Was Probably At The Dog-Park Sometime Before Me:

You JACKASS. Throw. Your gum. Away. I spent twenty minutes CUTTING a wad of filthy spearminty CRAP out from between my dog's toes.

I have no words for your stupid,
Bunneh

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Dear Kisa,

Please start reminding me of your redeeming qualities, or I'mma have you made into a HAT.

NO LOVE RIGHT NOW THAT WAS MY FAVORITE SWEATSHIRT
Mama-Cat

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Dear Self,

Last night was an aberration. Resist the siren call of the fast-food joint. Please.

Love, Kisses, and the 2-mile walk we'll be taking today,
Bunneh

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Dear Uncle B,

I swear to all that's holy, I will kick you exactly where you think I won't. Stop. Being. A. Douchebag.

Bunneh-Niece

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Dear Uncle J,

You can't really help being a douchebag. Or a dickhead. So stop trying to ruin B's life under the guise of "helping." You too could benefit greatly from a kick in the good-n-plentys.

Don't think I won't do it.

Bunneh-Niece

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Dear Mom,

You rock beyond words and help keep me sane. I try to return the favor, especially now because your brothers are effing morons.

Love and Kisses,
Bunneh-Daughter