pretending its the worst day of my life

i have unofficially declared today "the worst day of my life", just for fun.

i'm making audible groans of disgust and annoyance as i read my email. i looked at hl's myspace page to piss myself off. i visited thesuperficial.com before lunch. i stared at the toilet paper in the basket on the sink in the bathroom and just resigned myself to letting it demean me (if i move it, they will just move it back, what's the point).

nancy is not at work, so i have nobody to talk to about this, except for you, Blog. i kind of want to change the name of you, Blog (i don't like you current one much and was quite stupid the day i made it (sorry)), and i may change your name to The Worst Day of My Life. kind of cute? too cute? too ironic? what do you think, Blog? i'm not that depressed, really.

it's just that today i am very hungover piece of shit and am angry that this idea -- the idea of having a wednesday holiday off work to get drunk and party all day, and then continuing the work week on thursday and friday -- exists and the universe is actually allowing it to happen. it's not a dream! my thumb keeps twitching.

and, because of a wardrobe mishap (i tried to shotgun a beer, and ended up spilling half of it on my white skirt) and because i was too lazy to stop by my house for new clothes, i'm wearing mark's pants and no underwear, and the zipper doesn't stay up. there's also some dried cum residue on the inside which i noticed while i was peeing, and i can't decide whether to feel slightly disgusted or slightly horny. its both, and the two feelings go hand in hand because i am a dirty person.