*stab*

Dear Busdriver,

My trip takes 35 minutes. NOT 50. Traffic was not that bad. Get with the mother fucking program.

Pissed,
Megan

P.S. Nor am I pleased you're perpetually ten minutes late.


Dear Assholes in the back,

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Go to hell,
Megan


Dear Chick in the pink pants,

You're not a size 10. Not even remotely close. I should not be able to see that much detail. Morever, you need to move your ass the next time I walk by because you're not a mother fucking size ten.

Traumatized,
Megan

Dear Beraht & Dieter,

Sorry, but you're going to take the brunt of my frustrations. But don't worry, the suffering looks good on you.

All my love,
your frustrated writer

Ugh ugh ugh

1000 words behind. Shall have to strive and strive to make it up tomorrow. Shit keeps going to hell at work though. *crosses fingers*

And now I go to bed, b/c the screen is starting to go all swimmy.