2003-08-18 - 4:34 p.m.
dear diary,
i don't think today could've sucked a leper's cock any harder.
i found out that i can't transfer departments in my company, like i was hoping, due to my "medical" absences.
this means i'm stuck in my department for five more months. hah, as if.
so i cleaned off my desk and left without saying goodbye. ok but yeah, i'm going back tomorrow, but only to pretend like i'm working there.
there has to be a way for me to go to school full time. oh man, think about all of the masturbating time i'd free up.
i didn't think it was possible to go through a whole day at work without talking to a single person, but, ta-da. i rule.
and i've decided that after i finish my undergraduate studies i'm going to pursue getting my masters in library science, nigger.
[ok i'm adding this as an afterthought. do you think if i used the word "nigga" i'd get off scot-free because it isn't the proper spelling and it is more socially acceptable thanks to hip hop moguls and teenage slang? or is it totally MORE offensive that i actually spelled out the word "nigger" and used it in a context that has nothing to do with an urban culture? are you really that discriminating, diary?]
because, how come i never thought of that before? i don't want to teach. but i like books. and musty smells. and wearing a garter belt under a boring skirt. and fucking homeless men that have wandered in from the cold in backrooms where there is a xerox machine preferably.
is there anything grosser than the word "juicy"? i didn't think so.