My head is throbing with sinusickyness.
I worked 10 hours today.
I can't breathe.
I hate ice on my sidewalks and roads.
I don't like being called a liar by drunks.
The end.
*n
I worked 10 hours today.
I can't breathe.
I hate ice on my sidewalks and roads.
I don't like being called a liar by drunks.
The end.
*n
feyd:
How about being lied to by drunks? That's pretty much my situation every night . . . Feel better.