bugfuck

i have been angry all day. first mom getting bitchtastic at 8 am, then a whole day spent with lisa which failed to cheer me up. she doesn't 'have to put up with me' and doesn't want to hear any negative opinions or memories about schools or teachers, because 'we are in a school.' (actually, first, she said 'do you know where we are?' no, i'd forgotten. hm, lack of airconditioning, peeling linoleum, thirty-year-old decrepit lockers! it must be... nope, i'm stumped.)

but this is probably irrelevant. i mean, yeah, they were irritating; but in a good mood, these things don't irritate me, and in a bad mood, they do. and right now i'm depressed.

i can't get the brushes to work like i want in photoshop, i can't find music i'm happy with, mom didn't leave a note when she left, and i found all my clean laundry spilled in a pile where she dumped it on my bed. my orange crates, which it was all inside of, are missing. after i stayed up late and got up early to make up to her for spending the day gone today.

who IS the underwear model for target, anyway?

Naina, my pet, if i'm not around and you get the SLIGHTEST urge to write silly something amusing to say online, call me, and i will take my lazy ass promptly back to the computer, yo.

what do you think of this icon? ::twirls:: does it make me look fat?

screwing the customer

how sprint pcs is fucking over new customers, trying to cover its trail, and firing the whistleblower.

fascinating.

i have that service.