Complaining

I’m sorry, this week is not going my way and I’m tired of it.

I just logged into deviantArt, thinking I would work on the original character tournament entry I had and forget all the stupidity I’ve had lately, and I got a rude message from the guy I’m competing against. So to you, username simongreve, word of advice: If you want to know what happens in the story I’m in the middle of drawing, ask me for the plot politely. Writing a note with so-called advice that has typos and sarcasm will make me completely unwilling to work with you. Oh, and your advice to start an in-between piece between rounds is duly noted. Especially because I did, but I have other things to do with my life and I’m getting to the actual inking and posting of said comic at a slower pace than you wanted. Also, I needed the results of Round one to know how to continue. Round two of this contest opened yesterday, douchebag. Deal with the fact that we have until the end of July and back the fuck off. Oh, my bad, two days ago. I have no idea what day it is because I’ve been working with morons all night for two nights. DAMN.

Also, username simongreve, from your profile picture I have a strong suspicion that you are in high school. In fact, if you aren’t graduating this year you will be soon. So, thanks to the past two nights and the nightmarish behavior of the thousands of graduates I’ve seen, I no longer consider you to be a human. You are a lesser organism and I can and will treat you as inferior until you prove to me that you deserve it. That goes for all the rest of those idiots from last night. I’m terrified that the creatures I was supposed to be entertaining last night are supposed to be the future of this country. Wow.

As for you, Sovereign Parks Board of Directors and Paragon Management, y’all can go die. Disband the parking nazis, or at least take responsibility for putting the group together. You set neighbors to spy on other neighbors and then won’t admit that this is ultimately your fault when we get angry. Also, because you posted signs all over the place making it clear that those who do not have a complex parking hang tag cannot be parked between the hours of 10pm and 6am. I parked my car in the complex at 5:59 this morning. Yes, I broke the rule by one minute. No, you do not need to leave me a nasty notification telling me I will be towed for a rule infraction that I didn’t actually make. There are people in this complex who never move their cars at all. That’s abuse of the parking spots. There are other people who park without stickers, including the woman I strongly suspect of reporting my car. She’s one of the bitches who does this kind of thing on a regular basis, so it really won’t surprise me. Especially after she saw me come home at 6:01 yesterday morning and spent five minutes staring at my car while her shitty little designer dog barked its head off, per usual. Trust me, you’re not perfect, and next time you make a “rule infraction” (i.e. breaking the law) I’m going to be reporting you to the proper authorities. Have fun with that.

I don’t want to hear my mother sniping at me about not having a boyfriend or not buying milk, both of which she’s doing as I type because she is watching “Say Yes to the Dress” and drinking tea. I don’t want to wait endlessly for my new phone to come in, which should have been here by now because it has been five business days, which was the latest it was promised to be delivered. I don’t want to feel the insane paranoia and all the rest of the insanity my body put me through the past two nights from sleep deprivation and caffeine overdose. I don’t want the hundreds of little things that are going wrong lately to keep happening.

The worst part is, although I’m ranting and raving here and in my head, I’m emotionally not reacting. That kind of worries me, because of how I usually react. I’m prone to emotional overraction, not Vulcan pissy pseudo-stoicism.

Someone please make things better.