2002-08-19 || 4:46 p.m.

|| beeeeyotch. ||

well. i personally don't care much for this new trend here at katherinhand headquarters, the one where there are no updates for miles and miles and all the glorious things somehow get swept under the hookrug in the kitchen. don't care much for it at all. i don't know what it is. and can i mention i am terribly grumbly today? the work lady behind me has played solitaire all day. all day. like. non-stop. and can i tell you that she isn't fooling anyone by clicking over to work stuff when someone walks by.

this is why i know i am in hellacious mood. because i am ready to commit some sort of terrible violent satisfying malicious act. oh, work lady. fie. fie.

her hair spray is flammable, you know. and there is a lot of hair spray involved in that farrah fawcett hair-do she is sporting.

but. i have things to tell about. but. i am so crabby. so. crabby. i do it later.

love, jenny hand

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