Do this survey or I'll kill your mother, Raq-style

Okay, so it's survey time, kids. When I lie down at night, questions like "What CDs do my friends own? What movies are sitting on their shelves?" are the types of things I ponder. Okay, so that's a lie, but I'm curious about random shit like that. Yes, I am the person who pokes through your belongings, when I visit your house. Heh. So, since I can't physically snoop through all of your CD collections, I decided to make a survey. Because questions like "What music do you like?" are not good enough for me. Yeah, I know, some of you own like a billion CDs, or have about ten thousand MP3s downloaded (I'm looking at you, dosi). Watch me care. Hee. Okay, okay, so if you have too many to name, just name ones you like a lot. And, if they're MP3s, and and the list is totally crazy, maybe just group together the artists and name them, sans song titles. Whatever. Or, you could just be a bastard and not answer the question at all. *glares*

Hee.

Just in case anyone else is interested in what CDs I own (insert crickets chirping, here), I answered the survey too. Hey, I couldn't very well have expected anyone else to fill this fucker out, without subjecting myself to it as well, could I? ( Now, knock yourselves out, bishes! )

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I can see that.

So, because I'm me, I didn't get ready in time to get to my doctor's appointment. I called to let them know I'd be like fifteen minutes behind, thinking maybe it would be all right, but nope. The lady was all "No, you'll have to reschedule. Fifteen minutes means you'd have missed your entire appointment." I was like "Fifteen minutes? That's the entire appointment?" and she said "Yeah, fifteen minutes is a session." Or whatever. Way to rush patients in and out, guys. I love how doctors barely have time for people anymore. They're too busy trying to shove you out the door, to really pay attention to you or accomplish much. I hate that. But anyway, I rescheduled for next Tuesday. And my ass will get up and get out the door on time. You heard me, Rachael!

Don't think I won't notice if you all don't do my survey, by the way. *glares* Hee.

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Peppy McPushyBitch can lick my asshole. God, she's such a fakey bitch, it makes your lip curl. She uses this sugar coated voice, that's all "Thanks, Rachael" on the surface, and full-on beeyotch beneath. I mean, she was nice to me, during the Asshole fiasco, but it doesn't change the fact that she needs someone to pull that ten ft. long stick out of her ass. I called her up just now, to let her know that I had to reschedule my appointment for next Tuesday, and to request that day off (it's just a hassle to worry about getting out there to Tigard for the appointment, and back home, to get dressed and ready for work, in time for my shift, and all. Because it takes forever to get to Tigard and back, on the bus. And I'm available to work every other night of the week, so who gives a shit if I request that one evening off? It's not like the schedule is done yet. Fuck off, Peppy). And she was all "Siiiigh. Well, can you work tonight, Rachael?" and I said "Actually, I can't." Yeah, that's a big, fat lie, but I'm working every other day this week. If that wasn't the case, sure, why not. But I'm on the fucking rag, I work the whole rest of the damned week, so go away. Then she was all "Okay! Well, thanks Rachael for calling.[/sugar coated bitch]" God, if you're going to be pissy, just come right out and be pissy. Don't be all passive aggressively pissy, with your "okayyyyy"s and shit, while acting all artificially cheerful. I hate that shit. It's like "you can go ahead and sigh all you want, but I'm not scheduled tonight, and I work the rest of the week, and I don't have to come in, just because you ask. Sorry, I don't make it a habit to let pushy retail bitches walk all over me. Fuck off, I'll see you tomorrow night." Argh.

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I forgot about this test. I had to take it over again, because the first time, I didn't realize you were supposed to answer as quickly as possible. And of course I hesitate on every answer. Heh, it was all "you have issues with everything." Pretty much, yeah.

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So, I've been sitting around tonight, looking up pictures and such for icons, and fooling around with one in Paint just for the Hell of it, and guess what I just found on my computer? Photoshop 5.0. I've been using fucking Paint all night, when I have Photoshop 5.0. Christ.