Coffee and me

Coffee and me do not mix. I LOVE coffee. I love the feeling of AGGRESSION SURGING THROUGH MY BONES AND MY BLOOD. PURE AGGRESSION.

However, I hate the paranoia it gives me. I hate the over sensitiveness that it gives me. Be calm. Be one.

On this day, I state that I will not have coffee until after the project status meeting.

Today, Snake was getting on my case. She wanted to be invited to every meeting I had with the users. It was BS. I was annoyed. Then she was dragging her feet on passing the support of the vendor application to me. She wants to hold onto it for as long as she can. I sent her an email telling her to keep the damn application. This is ridiculous. We have been doing the knowledge/responsibility for 2 years.

Idiot.

Be kind! I am trying but this is stupid! Speak kindly to others! It is hard when someone is fucking you up the ass and telling you nothing is wrong at the same time. Speak kindly of others....my goodness.

This isn't a good day for me.

I woke up with a feeling that I am going to win the lottery this Tuesday. Numbers came to me in my head. I wrote them down and got lottery tickets based on the numbers.

$15 million take home after taxes.

I am getting my ass on a plane to Italy. Actually I think I will join the country club and take up golf. Get an instructor. I will definitely get a personal trainer. Get myself into shape. And Isadora. She is thin. She just needs to muscle up. I am fat. I need to slim down. I will practice T-Ball with Darryl.