tunes: Tsunami Bomb - El Diablo

Why is it Monday? The fleeting quality of weekends stumps me. The cliches must be true, time flies when you're fucking it up. Aiya, it's back to public transportation again, where is that third generation honda hiding? It's been evading me, that monstrosity of a metal hot dog. It's okay, my feelings aren't hurt. I am immune to their scathing remarks and biting sarcasm. Just because my books aren't as dog-eared doesn't give them the right to kick around little bunnies. I have to complete the evaluation for MIS, read two/three chapters of Story of the Stone, and type up my speech which I didn't get to do b/c

1.) I lost my fucking outline and notes
2.) Fucking Unreal Tournament
3.) I didn't want to type it up because I am one lazy bitch
4.) Unreal Tournament. Fucking.

Since when did I develop anything resembling a social conscience? Good thing cats didn't step on the street while I was doing 60 going south on Broad Street. Braking might not have been an option.