oooo well its one of those days again....one of the *ask me one more question and ill slit your throat* day...
ugh...im a terrible manager...if there is a hell im going there, wearing legwarmers and a sweater....b/c im impatient and snippy.
so after i fantasized about killing 47568
374658374 ppl today I wandered home in the breezy sunshine realizing its time to start mentally preparing to put the jacket away 4 spring. *sighhhh*sprog has not stopped talking since i walked in, thankfully shes in a good mood...she asks me questions like *who was yer best friend in kinder
garten* then launchs into a story about her kindergarten best friend...Its HUMP DAY...thats wednesday 4 us celibate people...somewhere someone is getting humped right now.
Blessed be the fruit.
I think ive gone dead from the waist down...it happens...im not alarmed...its convenient for the most part.
Is it just me or does the James Blunt cd sound like the BeeGee's? I heard it in someones car recently and totally thought it was the BeeGee's. ugh
Well, Erica is in the UK now...im eager to ask her what changes have been made re: airport security/customs since she went 8 yrs ago...
she had better be taking a shitload of pictures...and sending me UK postcards! (hisshiss)
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