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<< 08.25.04 :: 6:08 p.m. >>
::just call me satan::

i'm getting so sick of myself.

sweet jesus.

i have been so pissy lately that it's driving me insane. i mean, i haven't been pissy with other people - in fact, i'm probably the only person aware of how utterly bitcherrific i am lately. i keep it to myself. which probably only makes it worse.

every tiny little thing is pissing me the hell off, and i want to fucking choke people.

i'm beginning to wonder if i want to do this shit.

especially when, in the last 5 days, i have had ZERO good thoughts about it.

it's goddamn difficult.

at work today i was writing a letter to one of our mills in hong kong, and at the end where i sign my name, i accidently typed satan e. morgan.

coincidence?

i think not.

[well, it is easy (especially for someone like me who has "issues" typing) to hit the t instead of the r, and the n instead of the h, but still...]

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if i could have one thing right now it would be for me to stop feeling like a crazed bitch. it's causing me a headache.

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