Tuesday, April 04, 2006  

Now Playing: Angel Flavor's Present - Katamari Damacy

Roughly once a week or so, I always come to work in a horrible, corporate-hating mood, where I sit sullenly in my cubicle and take my phone calls and internally rant at the souless nature of the corporate world and how all the suits higher up can bite my fun-loving, carefree ass, those old fogies.

For a reason I have yet to define, this mood always strikes me on Tuesdays. It's like Tuesdays are magnents for my rages against the machines.

This mood never lasts into the afternoon, but for the three hours I have it, it's really irritating.

My computer crashing also doesn't help.

I have tomorrow morning off for the first court date in my life. I paid that dollar, and I'm going to argue that fact until they realize it. And then I'm going to buy a monthly parking pass.

I also have MAGIC training on Thursday and Friday. This means that I have to get up for a 7am train to be here at 8am. (Yeah, yeah I know. "Cry me a river, Kristin." Shaddup you.) This is one of those instances where I wish I could find a night job. If they had a night shift here... hoo boy.

In other news... I'm so getting rid of my underwire bras. Nevermind that my boobs haven't felt this supported since my soccer days, this underwire thing bites. Literally. Into the skin of my chest. This is because I have bad posture and tend to slump halfway down my chair while I work (unprofessional of me, I know... bite me). If I sit up I'm fine, but who the heck wants to sit up all day?

I'm toying around with an idea for a Fear Effect fanfic. The problem with Fear Effect fanfiction, much like the problem with Parasite Eve fanfiction, is that anything I write will probably break canon.

Of course, when has canon ever bothered me before? *grin*

   [ posted by Kristin @ 9:11 AM ] [ ]