my job

i have spent all day cutting a montage to a rap song full of curses. they're gonna make me change it, i know, and then i'll have to work all weekend. i'm a masochist, i guess. who knew? actually, it's that i never know what time it is or how long it takes me to do anything, so i'm cutting away, and all of a sudden it's eight o'clock and there are curse words everywhere. i wish there was a little less facism in my life. or maybe a lot less. or maybe just a lot less work. or maybe more brain power on my part. or maybe just some chocolate.