Moody Meow

I sat in class last night, trying not to toss something in a fit of rage, when I watched my mailbox fill up. Some mortage company thought it a good idea to spam the hell out of MoodyMeow. I must have deleted close to 50 entries (all made on comments, of course) throughout the class. I would like to figure out why they do this. Do they really thing that people are going to stumble onto their sites with this kind of deception? Oh, and don’t post anything in comments with the words “mortgage” or “home loans”…I’ve banned those words in an attempt to cut down on the spam.

I worried myself awake a lot last night. The opressive weight of midterms is weighing me down. I need to make flash cards for Baroque. I need to completly understand the ideas of Romanticism and Classicism for Levis’s class. I need a fucking break is what I need.

And although it’s all fine and fucking dandy at work now that I got a raise, I can’t get a straight fucking answer on whether or not I can take my anniversary off. I’m tempted to take the time off without regard to their needs, but I have to submit payroll. We all need the cassssh (I started to watch 5th Element last sunday - it’s such a fun movie!). So, I don’t know where that stands. I just want to make plans for fuck’s sake.

My cats are offically the cutest things in the world. Val’s new “routine” involves curling up in the crook of my arm, then getting all pissy when I shift, and perching himself on top of my pillows. I love pillows. I now sleep on a corner of one of them so as not to disturb him. Damn cat. If he didn’t have the longest wiskers in the world…well….he’d still be cute.

Yeah, I’m in a mood again. Manic and grumpy. YAY ME! **note sarcasm**
Calgon take me away!!