Finals

OHMYFUCKINGGODINHEAVENASSHOLEGODDAMNSHITFUUUUUUCK

I hate finals.
I hate Commerical Paper.
I have developed an ulcer.
I am watching my dream of being a high powered corporate whore in gray pin stripe suits wither and die like a worm stuck on the pavement after a rainshower in the summer that eventually gets run over by a bicycle so that one half becomes crispy and the other half is eaten by a robin. Or a raisin. No one really likes them, either.

::sigh::