I’m in fucking bad mood today. People talk about waking up on the wrong side of the bed? I feel like I woke up on the wrong side of the world.
Because of this I’m a fucking bitch today. I’m trying just to keep my mouth shut and not blow up at anyone, because I know that soon enough this damn horrid day will be over. But when the guy in the fucking Taurus station wagon is going 15 mph in a 35 mph zone and riding his brakes the whole time, I want to scream out the window IT’S CALLED THE ACCELORATOR FOR A FUCKING REASON, BUDDY.
But I don’t. Why? Because I’m an ever so polite southern girl. I do try not to be rude, even when I feel like snarling at everyone who looks at me crosswise.
And I have to talk to my professor after class today about this damn project that I don’t really even know how to start. Well, it’s not that I don’t know how to fucking start it, it’s that I don’t have a group, organization or agency to develop a collection for. And the first two parts are due next week. And the assignment is pissing me off. I have got to find something to do this on soon, or I’m really up shit creek. Yes, it’s my own fault that I don’t yet have an agency, but I’m pissed at myself about it.
And they painted the apartment doors in my building yesterday which means my apartment smells like paint. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but I spent yesterday with my apartment door open so the paint could dry listening to the painters burp and fart in the hallway. Then they talked about how Krystals tear you up inside. No doubt. Then don’t fucking go to Krystal, how’s that for a fix for the problem?
I sure wish there was a soundproof room in this damn library so I could go scream for about 10 minutes. Then I might feel better. Or I might find it in me to openly be a bitch, instead of thinking snide comments about people under my breath.