Dear Diary...

So...

There's this guy at work, really cool, sweet, and likes much of the same stuff as me (rock & Harry Potter, what more can I ask for?).

But... me being me, I'm scared shitless of him finding out I like him, 'cause I don't have a fucking clue if he likes me back or not... I mean, he likes me as a friend, I know *that* much... but... ::sigh::

*head-desk* <--- rub and repeat

grrr...

I've ranted away on MSN with a friend, but I still need to vent a bit more! I'm.... GRRR!!! Fucking mad!

I'm in pain, and utterly disgusted at the lack of respect and consideration that one of the managers displayed towards me today, and I'm probably blowing it way out of proportion, but when I accidentaly leave my meds and my fucking tooth starts to *ache* and *throb*, and my neck and shoulders are stiff, and my back feels like I've got a knife sticking out of it, I get FUCKING MAD!

I've got pain management issues...

But I could wring her stupid little neck for being so uppitty and thinking she's better than anyone else, because she's a fucking manager, and I swear the moment I get out of that job and into a much better one, because, hello, college graduate here and from PR's most prestigious Uni, I'm gonna cuss her out..... GRRRR....

I'm just fucking glad that the fucking kiosk closes on Sunday and tomorrow's my last day there.

And can everyone please send good vibes my way, so I get called about the resumes I sent out?

I'm gonna go pet my keyboard, I've been attacking the poor thing.