work = boredom

I am tired of working. Haha, the airport is on red alert now. Hehehe. There is lightning in the area, and I'm laughing. Bwahahaha. This blog is pointless - I'm talking on the phone right now. So tired. I hate work - no wait - I hate sedans and surveys. Blah blah blah blah. Okay this is dumb; bye :(

I am so sick and tired of self-centered people. Everyone is always looking out for themselves, never stopping to look around them and ask themselves if what they are doing will hurt someone else. Nope, it's a dog-eat-dog world, and it's pissing me right the fuck off.

THINK BEFORE YOU ACT OR SPEAK

Once again, I'm at work. And once again, I'm bored. I have paper mache in my hair and all over my arms, pants, and shirt. It's white and crusty and doesn't really resemble dried flour and water....hee hee. Oh gross. Apparently I'm a vicious person, according to my coworkers + Kim. I have a lot of pent-up aggression, and word on the street is that I need a kickboxing class and a punching bag. Oh well, my birthday is coming up. Yay my birthday.

This rain is crazy. It keeps on coming down and pouring and raining. I'm being a bit redundant...okay, we're being a bit unprofessional - talking about 'giz'...ew. K, I'll write more later, hope everyone is doing well, despite the constant torrential downpours!