July 31, 2003 @ 2:48 p.m.
See Rev. See Rev Rant. Rant, Rev, Rant!

Hi! This is me and my foul mood on what can only be described as a shitty shitful fuck fuck day. Seriously. That is literally the only way to describe what's happening. I think the name of today should officially be changed from Thursday to Shitfuckihateeveryonediemotherfuckerday. Although that might create some problems for companies that make calenders and diaries. They'd probably want an abbreviation. Perhaps it'd have to go Mon, Tues, Wed, Cockjockey, Fri. Although that's not really an abbreviation I suppose.

Everything's going wrong today and I've nearly cried about four times over pretty much nothing (the best part about being a chick), and I'm going to annihilate the entire business faculty that took over the ONE spare Arts computer lab I could have used this afternoon when I really, really needed to. What a bunch of felchers.

I have to say, though, that this rage is different from Kingsley. It's fresher, younger, more spontaneous, although I'm sure it's partly formed from a remnant of Kingsley. Perhaps I should call it Martin.

I want to fuck shit up and all that duly fucked-up jazz, but I started the first draft of a promising-looking story during my Fiction Writing seminar. And tonight I'm off to have dinner and see a fillum about sex with Ms Leah. So today probably won't be all bad. And if it is, well, I have no gun, but I can spit.

I've calmed down slightly since I started writing this. The rage has been downgraded from me wanting to flay people to me merely desiring to do a bit of light stabbing.

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