I’m beginning to think I’m batshit crazy after all.
Who is this person? I don’t recognize her at all.
I hate her.
A little bit of forethought goes a LONG way, especially in regards to the Fun Box.
Eventually you might remember to actually give that purse you’ve set aside for a friend TO that friend.
The choice of bed placement based on old floors and all the sex you’ll be having is completely irrelevant when you aren’t actually having “all the sex” there. And no, BOB does not count.
You have a PERFECT spot to put your floor-length mirror in the room. If only it hadn’t been shattered by the movers on the way to the new apartment. Assholes.
Slacker should be your middle name. Which you could practically write in the amount of dust on your furniture. Clean that shit!
Extra floor space = BOOGIE TIME!
It’s Friday! FINALLY.
Winter bitchslapped us this week, and stuck around to watch the red mark come up. It’s 12 degrees outside right now. I know I said I would rather it be cold than hot. I may need to rethink that statement.
P.S. I woke up this morning with hurty wrists and ankles. I mean really hurty. So I’m off to the shower to try to loosen everything up.
Stay warm everyone!
I have become so jaded, I automatically expect bad things to happen. I even go so far as to see them when they aren’t really there.
And today I’m at work, where I will stew about it all day.
I am a hot mess.