January 6th, 2003

aph-SuFin (My Art) 2

I hate Monday's

I am sooooo tired, I have a nasty headache, and I have to go to work. Mondays are HELL DAYS at work, and I have to sit and gag all day over insipid wedding invitation wording. ><___><

"This Day I Marry my Best Friend, The one I laugh with, live for, love..."

*GAG* Puh-lease you'll be Divorced in a year.

Me Cynical? What made you think that?

ROWR, I get catty when I don't feel good, or in the morning, or in this case both.

*Sigh* Off to Work, crap.
  • Current Mood
    bitchy bitchy
aph-SuFin (My Art) 2

I hate Mondays, the Sequel

I am soooo Tired. I typed nearly 200 orders today. Why do formal invitations have such fucked up wording? And why do people INSIST on putting "cute" little poems they wrote on them?

Here's a tip, they are not "cute" they are cheesy, they make you look like some cheap dime store romance plot come to life.

I know if *I* get an invitation like that in the mail, I'm gonna laugh my ass off.

And Brides, here's a tip: When I CALL YOU, to tell you that I cannot fit 27 pages of poem/prowse/and your entire extended family thank yous on a 5x7 card.

Don't cry on me, use some common sense. 5x7 means 5x7. This is not a novel. It's a CARD!

I need a nap.

And on a side note, looking at my "moods" or rather "mood swings" I look like a manic depressive on crack.

I really am a moody bitch. LOL
  • Current Mood
    exhausted exhausted


The Live journal style sheets read like badly translated stereo instructions. I'm through fiddling, it's just frustrating. And I have piddled away most of the night and got nothing done. I'm just not motivated to do anything worth squat tonight.

Have I mentioned lately, Mondays Suck? No hutzpah, no energy, no nuttin' from me on Monday's. *sigh*

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  • Current Music
    Nothing, my father is deaf all I can hear is the damn TV BLARING from 50 feet away. >