grr.

so, i was just reading dooce and i am now enraged over an email that she recieved. seriously... i couldn't be more angry if it were my own hate mail (which i now just ignore, or respond with the simple and elegant: "if you don't like what i write, don't read it. and also, fuck you. love, megan.") also, the guy who wrote it (jackson.matt@att.net, send him an e-greeting) is like "I am the principal of a major company in Southern California with offices in 10 countries" because, you know, you don't want which company you work for to get out.... yet then, the info in his email makes it rather clear which company he works for. moron. then he goes on to this like... numbered weird form letter thing. noting first that he does not have a drug or alcohol habit, which seems a little random. it's kind of like the telltale heart, where the first thing the narrator says is "i'm not crazy" (when he is). or when adam gets drunk, and constantly announces "i'm not drunk" (when he is). no one asked, and why are you telling us this unless you're in denial about it. UGH, i'm not even gonna go on. because he's such a jerk that it's offensive to ALL women who are not doormats. and if i go on i will get (even more) irate.


ok, so yeah. suman says it's bad that i have so much pent up rage, but i think it's good, it keeps me interesting. in other news, i have a burrito from pancheros, and it is very very good. the guy that made it is the guy who used to always be working when we came in after work at studio, so he knows to put like, as much sour cream as possible on it.


also, fucking pop ups need to DIE. and they need to do it *right* now. asap.


the new strong bad email is not nearly as awesome as i had hoped. i was quite disappointed in it. after watching it i had to go watch a bunch of teen girl squad to renew my faith in strong bad.


alright, i just remembered to sign on to aim, and now i'm going to remember to check my email. so, maybe i'll blog later after i've calmed down about mr. matt jackson.