will eff for scone

i tried to post a rant today. i really did. but i couldn't organize my thoughts. i'm too scattered and cranky and warm. the weather is crappy. and i'm thristy. i even tried to write a rant about not being able to write a rant. 2xs actually. and this shitty post was all i could come up with. boo. stupid listless afternoon. i think the AC just clicked on. so maybe it won't be so stuffy in here. this is boring. i apologize for making you read this. if you want, send me your address and i'll mail you something nice. you know to make it up to you for reading this. maybe i'd be happier if i had an adorable tiny puppy to play with. stupid bf and his non-puppy buying ways. is it so much to ask that i have an adorable cuddly little friend to play with? i don't think so. but here i am, puppy-less and bored. also, i haven't yet won that 40million. i bet that would keep me entertained for bit. at least a few days i'd imagine. dude, the AC's too cold. stupid skirt. makin' me all cold and shit. effing weather was beautiful when i got dressed this morning. and as soon as we got in the stupid car to drive to stupid effing work, it clouded over and now it's probably gonna rain. gd everything. gd the weather, and the gd this stupid mother effing movie i'm watching to help ease the time. brothers grimm sucks some serious ass. huh. a bird just tried to get in my office window. he seemed to be eyeing up my laptop. i bet he was thinking he could jimmy open the window and make off with my lappy. you know, to pawn for hookers 'n blow. crows do that you know. they're suckers for strange ass and the white powder. effing crows. and especially eff the white winged crows.