Something off my chest

[crazycatlady.livejournal.com]

I hate Access. Hate it with a blinding, white-hot, fire-of-a-thousand-suns, pointy poison-tipped, unadulterated loathing rage. The mere sight of it makes me want to plant landmines on the road to the home of whomever it was that wrote the program in the first place. Landmines spiked with saltwater and lemon juice so, when they go off, on top of blowing your legs off it really, really, really stings too.


That is all.