I have no fucking Idea how I'd be able to post this blog entry since heh, we don't have internets at work (losers) but I'm honestly fucking bored right now and I swear to god I'm gonna die any minute soon...die of hypothermia. My fingernails are purple and my hands are freezing cold, too cold it hurts. Geez, this office needs to lower down their air condition...either that or I'm just retarded. Plus I'm about ready to bump my head on my desk because I really...like reeeeaally wanna go home already. I freaking hate this schedule. Everyone on the team are home except for Miles and I. And we're seriously thinking of logging out an hour before our shift ends. lolz

So I hate being around unfamiliar "zombie" looking people, I can be a total bitch to unfamiliar faces. Doesn't matter if they're sitting beside me or infront of me. I can bitch slap someone right now just because I'm bored. Owkey...so that was the spoiled brat in me kicking in. But srsly, I wanna bitch slap the girl sitting 2 seats from where I am, just because she's too loud and I hate her accent.

Furthermore, let’s all pretend that I am having fun at work right at this very moment even if I wanna flush myself down the toilet out of boredom and annoyance because I am still here, talking shit about cable internet. OMGWTF!

What do you do when you're back at work after less than 12 hours and you had just 2 hours of sleep and you have a weird seatmate who constantly checks out websites of girls on bikini and asks you if tha beeyach is hot. WTF! I say stomp at yer feet and run out of the building and never  come back. Ok...maybe some other time...

I am constantly drafting images of myself being a writer / artist who is willing to starve for the sake of art inside my head. And I am constantly hoping that this nightmare of working in a BPO company would end soon. Then again I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon or for the next 10 years or so, since I am the poorest amongst the poor and needs lots and lots of money for shopping and drinking...for they have always been my emotional cure-all. And without them, I am gonna die.

NO. SRSLY...I know I'm not making sense right now. I wish I can fight off consciousness and play dead so they would send me home, but that would take the Armageddon to happen. So I guess I would have to pretend yet again that I LOVE  MY JOB. Meh.