snapt. crackt. popt.

i consider myself a tolerant woman.

wait... no i don't. i was thinking of mother teresa.
she's tolerant.
i am intolerant.
and surly.

deal with it.

i hate the receptionist at work. i loathe her. i used to call her "the prattler" but now i refer to her simply as "ding dong". she goes against everything i believe to be wholesome and true. she aggravates me on so many different levels i can no longer contain my annoyance.

i therefore dedicate this day to the dissecting and ruination of the office idiot.



hoorah.