I don't have internet my ass.

Your smiley face's lit on our yahoogroups, prick. If you know any better, at least make yourself invisible.

*inhale exhale*

***

Dear Ms. -Me-

Greetings.

Congratulations. You have been appointed as the Editorial Assistant for November (EAN)...As the EAN, you will be given additional responsibilities, the specifics of which will be discussed in the latter part of this letter.

The letter was three pages long. Flattering, I must admit. However, it is at this point that a college student's brain is supposed to be reduced to mush.

Sembreak.

But no. My brain is still the intestine-esque muck it's supposed to be, as opposed to one that has experienced the blades of a blender.

I apologize. Don't mind me. I'm frustrated. School's over and yet the aftershocks are still there. I barely passed my subjects, which is actually just fine. I have to be at the library monday, when everyone else is probably still passed out in bed. And CERTAIN PEOPLE JUST LOVE PUSHING MY BUTTONS.

Oh great lollipop in my mouth, do your wonders.

***

Another thing worth ranting about: the Alicia Keys concert.

You people involved, you know who you are. I'm not mentioning any names. I'm not telling any stories.

So there, consider that a rant.

(But it was fine anyway. I understand and I've recovered. *smiley*)