I am not feeling so eloquent. Just blah:
Work is sucking major ass and well it just ruins the start of the day when the alarm clocks buzzes repeatedly reminding you that you must go and fulfill your duties as a responsible adult. It sucks having to put on work clothes and to have to think about ironing because the semi dry clothes in the dryer are the wrong color for foofing. It sucks having to put on big girl shoes and wonder if the paint chipping off my toenails really matters. It sucks getting in the car and channel surfing on the radio because you've listened to your CD's hundreds of times and I ABHOR talk radio. It sucks slamming on the brakes as the same asshole with the "too cool for you" vanity plate cuts you off, yet again. It sucks staring at the god awful pattern design on the wall behind my monitor since I have no window in my office converted from closet.
It sucks.
I'm better now, hubby just gave me leftover cake batter and the beaters to boot.
Chocolate makes the woman happy
Work is sucking major ass and well it just ruins the start of the day when the alarm clocks buzzes repeatedly reminding you that you must go and fulfill your duties as a responsible adult. It sucks having to put on work clothes and to have to think about ironing because the semi dry clothes in the dryer are the wrong color for foofing. It sucks having to put on big girl shoes and wonder if the paint chipping off my toenails really matters. It sucks getting in the car and channel surfing on the radio because you've listened to your CD's hundreds of times and I ABHOR talk radio. It sucks slamming on the brakes as the same asshole with the "too cool for you" vanity plate cuts you off, yet again. It sucks staring at the god awful pattern design on the wall behind my monitor since I have no window in my office converted from closet.
It sucks.
I'm better now, hubby just gave me leftover cake batter and the beaters to boot.
Chocolate makes the woman happy
...after I finish it, I mean. That might be a few days.
I hate the public.
I have no batter to assuage me... but I do have this bottle.
That's all.
Anyway, to answer your question, i spent new years in Fredisckburg at the house of "DR. TEA" (that being an acronym for the five people who live there: Duane, Rob, Tikki, Ellen and Annie)