mad

i am really a mad mad girl right now. if i had a camera i could show you. my face would be squenched up more than rene zellweger's. i'm sick of being told what to do and how to do it. is it that often that when someone is building you a car, you walk right up to them and tell them how it should be done. do we go into the warehouses and direct their moves? i can now relate to the coffee people's sullen faces in the morning. u know when that high maintenance smug metro-sex pointy shoed, flared pants specimen walks in and is standing right in front of them. all chippy about getting their coffee. ok so shit: u want, latte with no foam, 2% milk, a squirt of carmel, easy on the water and stick a ice cube in there. fuck u. ok? i'm just gonna throw that in your coffee for free. it's on me. cuz i like u. cuz i like to do things for u. cuz i want u to come in every day and direct me in making your ideal $5 coffee so that you can walk out of here and start your miserable fake day. sick. hay: have a super good time.