Yo! Ohayo-fucking-gozaimasu!

To all you people renovating the downstairs apartment:

I am going to take that drill, and I'm gonna shove it so far up your ass that I'm gonna be able to work on your cavities. I know dental work isn't my specialty, but consider it a freebie with the drill-bit enema. Two for the price of one, you might say; a bonus gift given the kindness of my large and generous heart.

XOXOXO
(Hugs and kisses!)
The Anger-Management Case Upstairs.


P.S. The hammer? Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I got a use for that, too-- quite a few actually. Don't test me; you won't like the results.

*splat*

I think I have more or less made it intact through my first year of seminary. Granted, I still have to file the paperwork for an extension and "update" my Taoism paper, hand in the bitch I just wrote for Paul, and I haven't (yet) attempted to drop my upcoming J-term, but...
I am running on four hours of sleep, strong coffee, and a bad attitude. Feels fucking fabulous in a masochistic kind of way.
Blah.

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