ARGH!

Way to shit on my faith in humanity, co-workers, by lifting my fucking iPod. Goddamnit, I just want to blast some Tool, but I DON'T HAVE MY GODDAMN IPOD.

Fuckin' fuckers. Fuck.

More effin' F.

An addendum to the below: I'm so pissed off at my iPod walking away I want to buy my laptop now. Like, now. Like, I just called and increased my credit to make this happen.

My logic is astounding. And scary. Astoundingly scary. I think I'm too damn tired for my own good.

And fuck my co-workers, for good measure. God-fuckin'-dammit.

Fuzzies

I just told my brothers about the iPod situation and they collectively started talking about "rollin' in[to the job] deep" and "bustin[g heads]". I knew there was a reason I changed all their diapers, cleaned up their upchuck, and didn't leave 'em out on the corner in cardboard boxes when I was younger like I occasionally wanted to. *grin*