fuck you, karl

today i feel: up and down
today i'm hearing: chelsea's melodious tones
today i'm thinking: death never comes swiftly to those who deserve it

If the season wasn't done on Tuesday, I would've quit my job. I would have quit it yesterday afternoon. The only problem is I respect my boss (real boss; not supervisor) too much to leave him stranded. But I came close. Terribly close. Because I can't really work with someone when all I can think when I see them is, 'You're a cock you're a cock you're a cock go die sad and alone you selfish shit'.

Not a good working environment. Not. At. All.

I hate it when I become inexplicably angry. But he's still a cock.