lierdumoa | random, once more

In which I go on and on about my very bad mood.

I hate my computer. My keyboard keeps fucking up. I'll press it randomly switches into caps or worse. I try to scroll down on a webpage and it goes back three pages instead of scrolling down. I think it has a virus. I'm getting really, really pissed off. I would write epithets, but they look so stupid and small in tiny computer text, because there's no way to properly demonstrate screaming with rage except through audio. And doing an audio post would be rather pathetic.

Really, really pissed off. Also? Bitter. Because nobody ever pimps my shit except for reasonably close friends. Which I usually don't mind, except that every so often I do something well. And I *know* I did a good job, and either very few people noticed or they noticed and didn't say anything to me or anyone else. And then I stew, and I get pissed off, and I start to dislike myself. A lot. Which just makes everything worse. Because I don't want to be an angry bitter bitch just because I can't seem to get a proper feedback fix.

So, yeah. I'm going to go write angry sex. Everybody else can just ignore this, or you know, eat shit and die. Whateverthefuck.

I suppose this qualifies as a hissy fit. It's your fault for clicking on the cut tag.