Have been filling in job applications. Current mental state: seething whirlpool of morbid, indiscriminate revulsion. Suggestions for catharsis welcome, before I take advantage of this FANTASTIC OPPORTUNITY to EXPLORE the VIBRANT, CHALLENGING world of serial murder.
Also the next time I encounter someone who seriously, unironically uses the word "vibrant" to refer to anything connected to grey-suited office grind, I'm going to cut off their skin and turn it into muppets while whistling peppy show tunes. I have hopes that this sort of career is interesting and cool, but it's not some iridescent rainforest butterfly among jobs.
Notification mail from uni that my mailbox is almost full. Mailbox resolutely refuses to actually load. If my rage were hydrogen it would birth a constellation of hate-stars spelling out a cosmic FUCK EVERYTHING against an infinite nebula of loathing.
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