go fuck yourself with a 16-inch, double-sided, spiked dildo

sometimes i hate some of the people i work with. ok, really, it's just one asshole. today he sent out this e-mail bitching about something that i've already bitched about repeatedly and no one on the client side could do anything about until the main client guy we deal with sees the changes, bitches, and we go back to what we had before. anyway. this e-mail that work asshole sent out pissed me off because I HAD ALREADY BROUGHT IT UP! and the e-mail makes it seem like he's implying i don't do my fucking job, which i do, and i don't have to be coddled nearly as much as work asshole.

grrrr.

to add to my ire, i also fucked up my new, noise-canceling headphones i bought, oh, on 12/1. i also broke these on wednesday and had to tape them back together and make them all ghetto (or punk rock; whichever you prefer). and then today i pulled a wire or something and, kerfluey, no more with the workey. overall, worst $30 i think i've ever spent.

on a non-angry note, i'm starting to remember my detailed, drunken conversation that i had with duala at the work holiday party about why i like hot gig and why he and i wouldn't work out. and i don't want to remember. suffice to say, it was just a bunch of "mo's like him and mo's like me don't mixey so muchey".

oy.

at least i got my new threadless shirts today. happiness.