I should really get some sleep right about now. It's two in the morning, I'm exhausted, and yet I'm still sitting in front of my computer instead of getting some much-needed shuteye.

You know when you get that feeling in your throat? You know, where it starts to hurt to swallow and your nose starts to stuff up and you can just feel the fucking cold comin' on? Yeah, that's been the majority of my evening. I worked a few hours, and it was just fucking awful. I almost cried it was so frustrating. I just... hate calling assholes when I'm not feeling well. Why'd this have to start in the middle of my March Break? Fuck you, shitty immune system. Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery.

(In case you're counting, this is Cold No. 2 of 2009.)

I am working a ~delightful six hour shift tomorrow, which should prove to be... oh, entirely nightmarish. There's only so many times I can hear, "Sorry, not interested", before I get the overwhelming, nearly irresisible urge to shout, "Yeah? You and everyone else I've talked to today, Fuckface. But you have a nice day anyway!" Fuck I hate my job. I can't wait for the summer when I can get a new one.



OH, AND CAN I JUST ASK WHY THE FUCK I HAVE TO STARE AT THIS GOOGLE RACHAELRAY ADVERTISEMENT ABOUT CURING WRINKLES? FIRST THERE WAS THE SELF-ESTEEM-DAMAGING-LOSE-WEIGHT-YOU-FATTY AD, AND NOW IT'S THE YOU'RE-A-FUCKING-OLD-AND-WRINKLED-UGLY-BITCH AD! FUCK OFF, LJ. WHEN I CUSTOMIZED MY ADVERTISEMENTS, I'M PRETTY SURE I DIDN'T CLICK A "BOMBARD ME WITH NOT-SO-SUBTLE HINTS ABOUT HOW TO IMPROVE MY APPARENTLY ALL TOO DISGUSTING SELF, PLEASE" BUTTON.

God, I really need some sleep (and maybe a cure for the common cold?)...

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EDIT: Great! According to another Google ad, I'm just a few clicks away from finding an interracial relationship online! Not an African boyfriend, but an interracial relationship. Screw the actual guy! Pass me the past (and unfortunately still too current) social taboo, please!!!!