bah humbug

... it's not enough that they take more than half my paycheck, now they eat my midnight snack too?

For fuck's sake, man. If it's in the walgreens bag, it's not for you! My tostitos! my salsa!

I could cry. Or throw up. I'm not entirely sure which. I would like to not spend part of every day feeling like I'm gonna be sick, thanks.

Also? How much does it fucking suck that not a single one of you told me that the one episode of Charmed I missed was on tonight at 7?

You're all fired. Totally. Hurrumph!