Dear fucktards who busted in my side window last night,

Did you enjoy the bottle of Excedrin and the mascara? What about the pressed powder? Because that is all you got. You left anything else of value in the car. So basically, you’ve caused me about Xxx My Deductible xxX$ worth of glass damage so that you could have about fifteen dollars worth of makeup.
I hope that your balls swell up and pop like bad tires on a hot day in the desert, you worthless sacks of scum.

DiaF and absolutely no love whatsoever,

~Mare

Just got “officially” told that the raise I was promised isn’t coming through.

They wanted to tell me in person. Wanted to assure me what a fan-fucking-tastic analyst that I am. That I would be made perm if they had the headcount.

so freaking pissed