1/27/02 (kallowishus)
I'm really fuckin pissed. Nothing is going right, and I hate all of you. Remember the Nirvana Outcestide 1-5 thing I bid on for $53.50? Well I won, and the guy emails me saying I should send a check for $75! Turns out I paid 53.50 in £ (which my mother keeps referring to as franks, which is also pissing me off). My mom was then being all bitchy and saying "email him and say you lost your job, and you can't pay the 75 dollars." I'm not gonna fucking lie to someone I don't know, and she just can't seem to get it through her head that it's a contract. Pissing me off. And now I'm doing the stupid "Presidential Trading Cards" for Tardiff (go ahead stalkers, gouge his fucking eyes out). Why the hell is Tardiff such a dick? What the hell do baseball cards have to do with political figures? Why is he trying to make this fun? I just want to do some normal work, I hate activities. I hope someone disconnects the brakes on his bike again, and that something happens. I'm waiting for him to just piss me off way behind my sane level so I can go down to the office and get him fired or something. Life sucks. Fuck you.

1/28/02 (kallowishus)
Hey, I'm not as pissed today, but there's always something to be pissed about. I didn't have English today, so that was good. But Jerry was alive today, so I'm really pissed about that. That stupid fucking idiot... I'll kill him! Elliott gave me some advice today; stare at Jerry and repeat "urge to kill rising" over and over, and you'll soon be that much closer to killing him. It worked! Jerry is now one day closer to his death (as we all are), and hopefully I can count the remaining days on one finger. I got an 82 in Tardiff's midterm, but don't go saying you're better than me yet, Matt. It's a different course, so it doesn't count that you got an 88. I'm still better at all things than you (to a reasonable extent; for instance, I can't be better than him at something I don't know about, like gayness, which he is better at; you should see him throw things or hit volleyballs. Fageleh). I got Pork Soda back from Lindsey M, and I think I'll be listening to that for the next few days to recooperate (or whatever the word is) from the 2 day loss. Ah, Primus. On other news, shut the fuck up, Matt.