November 13th, 2002

mucha mosaic

Sick of listening to it.

Okay. This is the harsh angry irritated lj entry of the month. If you think there might be a reason I'd be harsh or irritated with you, you probably don't wanna read it.

Edit: earlier, one could comment to this. Now, one cannot.

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As always, the management disavows responsibility for any singemarks, lost eyebrows, burns of 1st 2nd or 3rd degree, and damaged clothing.
mucha mosaic

Greetings from the end of the tether.

What a terrific day today has been!

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Let it be entered into the record that, effective today, I am
just.
Fucking.
Done.
Have your emotional fit elsewhere, spend your free time in someone else's house, get up on somebody else's cross. I don't have the bandwidth, I am out of patience, I lack the energy, this is frankly just shit for my blood pressure (and thereby for any outstanding health issues I may have on my plate), and I'm just. Fucking. Done.
Don't stand on my skirt, get out of my hair, get off my ass, solve your own problems, deal with your own issues instead of blaming me or god or elvis or satan or the moon for them, wipe your own nose, bandage your own cuts, and don't expect me to not say whose bullshit it is.
I am that fucking done.
Later, I will not be that fucking done. And I will do you the favor of letting you know I am not fucking done anymore. But I cannot deal with it all, at this point. Right now, I'm fucking done.
Fin.
Why no. You don't get to comment to this one, either, Gentle Reader.
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