Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I really hate my job.

I feel like a felled unicorn on the battlefield of good and evil today, my glitterspine ripped from my cookie-flavored flesh, my blood and bile crusting into rock-candy rivulets that sully my candyfloss hide.

FUCK THIS PLACE AND THE NONMYTHICAL CREATURE IT RODE IN ON.

I wrote this in an email to someone to be an ass but it's actually the most accurate description of how I feel about this day. It's not as down as it might seem, because even a gutted unicorn is still a unicorn, in the end.

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