i feel very bad for the lab monitors at this hole in the mountain which they call a school, a college no less. the printer is super slow and the computers area always freezing up so they're always getting called on. people expect to hit print and have t heir document come flying out all nice and stapled and shet. then there are people who drag them in to complain about the mouse. "this mouse does not work at all! i have to move it around so much before it does anything!" well, no shet lady, think abo ut it. it's used by how many people all day long with no mouse pad, all it does is gather gunk and dust and other such sticky crap. i hardly think the school has the funds to hire someone to sit in here and lcean the fucking mouse balls all day. beside s if they did have the money they could spend it on something a lot better like learning how to evaluate transcripts properly.

i have to type something out and print it for my next class. of course brilliant but tortured mind that i am, i forgot my disk so i must pray that the computer gods are kind today and do not freeze up my little terminal bfore the slow as fuck dinosaur of a laser printer spits out my document along with several documents belonging to retired executive chefs who once got their start at community colleges and are glad they did. yes, the printer is that slow.

before i run away into computer hell, i must gush about what a sweet boyfriend i have. yesterday he bestowed me with many sweet and thoughtful gifts which were meant to appease the pms goddess which occupies my body at this time. i must say they did a p retty good job while scoring multiple points on the smooshy scale. i'm so lucky to have such a nice hunny i think i'll go prostrate myself to the gods of sickness.

speaking of such matters, i must take this moment to congratulate my former manager, mark, on his marriage in late february to his wonderous girlfriend, nani. it's always a bit scary when people my age get married and have kids and stuff. i shudder to t hink and so i won't. besides, it's not wednesday yet. however it may be friday.

this morning CJ performed one and a half bitch services. half was taking me to school half an hour late, one was drop knee tying of my shoe in the parking lot. the power of a whine. have you fulfilled your bitch service requirement today?

hark! the herald homework screams, time to start the work it seems. i must start my english work, find out what print problems lurk. i hope things come out all right, don't want to be here all night. hark! the herald homework screams, time to start the work it seems.

believe it baby, music 253, it works.