if i was a cartoon, my head would explode right about now...

if only things were that easy. i wish i could turn into a cartoon so i could do all sorts of crazy destructive shit, then return to human form and feel better. it's just one of those days, when i need to be all alone, away from everyone cuz i really feel like i hate everything right now.

i just need to get everything organized then i won't feel so cuckoo-bananas. i just need to focus this negative energy on getting shit done in the office, then when i go home i can think about my life and all the motherfuckin' money i owe...

i wish i had dental insurance. i hope i don't die of a tooth-related death. although with my life, that would be fitting.

the end...more misery later