(no subject) @ 10:59 pm
Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Kon Kan, I Beg Your Pardon
I'm a little stressball, short and stout; here is my handle, here is my SUDDEN ABILITY TO IMPLODE!
Things that make me a crankymoof:
- elderly Asian women who don't know how to drive.
- lone passengers of gigantic vehicles who sit in the left land and go slower than the rest of traffic.
- <mass-obscenity />C++ programmers and their <mass-obscenity /> spaghetti code that's <mass-obscenity /> impossible to trace properly
- klutzing in the middle of Fry's, tripping over my own feet, and landing on the floor
- taking a slurp of iced tea and finding out that the fartbrains have switched to the non-brewed,syrup from a bag, make the back of my throat ache kind.
- discovering that my Treo PDA/cellphone somehow managed to completely drain its battery, despite it being charged up last night, wiping out anything I've put into it since the 25th.
- having a stiff neck for the nth day in a row