FUCKING HELL
FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING HELL
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!
MY FUCKING DREAMWEAVER FUCKING FAILED ON ME
WHAT THE HELLLLL
OMFG
I’ve been crapping away enthusiastically at my work for the past 4 hours. And my FUCKED UP PROGRAM FUCKING DOESN;T WORK ALL OF A SUDDEN?!!?!!???????? eargHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*pants*
(Ten minutes after i wrote the above)
I called Aaron to bitch like hell. There was a moment of silence between us as both parties had different thoughts running through our minds. The thoughts running through *my* head were:
oh my god how now shit cannot show lecturer tomorrow what the freaking hell man arghghhhh goddamn bloody stupid program shoulda done other work then didn’t need to waste time with that shit now how gotta buy new cd to reinstall tomorrow oh my god got the brochure thing to do and the resume thing too argh no time so busy muST remember to buy cd tomorrow
… when suddenly Aaron spoke up:
“What should i wear…”
Words cannot describe my expression then.
The first sentence in my head was “ARGH THIS IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?! I HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS THAN THAT!! YOU COULD WEAR YOUR SISTER’S PAJAMAS FOR ALL I CARE!!!”
Joyce is having a hostile Saturday so far.
