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In case the title wasn't enough to warn you of such, I suppose I should warn you that there's some explicit content ahead. Then again, if you're seriously offended by such things, you probably wouldn't be reading my journal anyway.

*ahem*

Fuck shit damn hell fuckity fucking fuck. Shitsticks. Assbucket fucktard. Damn dirty fuckface slipshod shitbiscuits. Goddamn asshat cunt fuck bitch. Craptastic. Shit.

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I really should work on my cursing skills.

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I am in the strangest sort of mood just now. I feel like running outside screaming with laughter and at the same time, violently beating and defenestrating small, furry animals. And on top of all that is an overwhelming feeling of bemusement.

And the funny thing is, there's no discernable reasoning behind any of it. I think perhaps it may be a cumulative effect of many combined factors. Let's see.....

-I've been watching football today (Bears lost, but the Colts kicked the Pats' collective ass, 8-0, baby!) and that in itself does not make me upset, but the fact that the TV's been on, and specifically on a local network, means I've been hearing those awful political ads everyone's been raving about lately. And holy hell am I glad I'm not from Iowa. These guys are awful. No shame, even for politicians' standards. And I was reading some articles yesterday about other awful ad campaigns around the country this year. Have we, as a nation, no shame? Honestly. Just the fact that they're spending the money to run these things means that obviously, somebody thinks they're working. I weep for the future of our nation. Not that I wasn't already, but now even more. I'm moving to Canada.

And now I wish I didn't like living here so much, so I could actually carry out that threat.

-The heat in this building is seriously fucked up. We called maintenence because of the absolute FREEZINGNESS, so the guy came and apparently couldn't find anything wrong (so he said), but he did some dicking around with a waterbottle (yeah, I have no idea how these heaters work, but I'm pretty sure there must be a mouse on a wheel and one of those ball-rolling-down-a-chute-things somewhere.) and the next day, lo and behold, we had HEAT! *le gasp* So that was all well and good. Except then for three days it proceeded to be boiling hot in here. As in, I couldn't sleep, because I kept waking up drenched in sweat. And now, it's cold again. Really cold. I'm gonna fucking kill somebody pretty soon.

-I just got caught up on three weeks' issues of Time Magazine. I'm pretty sure we're doomed to die in a nuclear holocaust. Now don't get me wrong, I like Time Magazine. But the one issue I just finished was from just after North Korea tested their nuclear whatever-the-hell-it-was, and....yeah. I dunno how people did it during the Cold War, putting up with the constant possibility of getting nuked into next century. Or rather, out of existence. Not that I see this as a currently overly pressing threat; I mean, ever since the advent of nuclear technology, there's always been the possibility that somebody who doesn't like us will get some and use it against us. I don't think North Korea's going to just up and nuke us for no reason. But still. I don't know. I just really don't want the world to end just now, ya know? *sigh*

-Quizilla sucks big hairy balls. I mean, it's always been kind of on the cheesier side whiny-whoredom, but there used to be some decently entertaining shit on there upon which to waste my time, which balanced it out. Well I hadn't visited for awhile (for a long while, apparently), so I dropped by and found a whole lot of SHIT. And some crap. And a little horse manure. And more shit. That's pretty much it. Great. There goes one of my perennial time-wasting favorites.

-I'm suffering technology withdrawal. And it's only been four days. And I'm not even going cold turkey (as evidenced by this very journal); I'm still checking my messages a lot more than I'm sure is strictly necessary, I'm just not replying to any but the most important things, and I'm not on the forums. And I'm not surfing random Facebook groups for long periods of time. And I hate it. Meh. I want my forums! Fuckin' hell.

-It's past eleven on Sunday night; I have't done my reading for FP tomorrow and have no desire to start it, I'm 8000 words behind shedule on my NaNoWriMo novel and 2000 words in I'm already sick of two major characters, I didn't do my laundry today and have exactly two pairs of clean underwear left, and I fucking don't want to go to bed! Why do I have to have class tomorrow? WHY?!!! Shit. Shit shit shitty shitty fuck damn shit.

I think I'll pull another all-nighter tonight. Just for shits and giggles. Then I can fall asleep in Intro to Lit tomorrow AGAIN. That'll really impress the teacher. I could go into a really long rant on that topic just now, but I won't. What is said on the internet has a funny way of not staying put. Suffice it to say, that paper was not C material, and laughing at your own unfunny jokes does not constitute teaching.

Fuck.