I got no reason to be "Fuck Yeah"ing. I just wanted to say that. Wanted to have a reason to say "Fuck Yeah!"
But I don't. I'm doing PRA's at work which I fucking hate and I'm crampy. And I want some cheese and crackers and I don't have any. So really all I should be saying is "fuck." Sigh. I have the largest bottle of Ibuprofen they make at home. I also have a triple cream brie and nice zin, too. But that's at least two hours away.
And I'm fat and I don't feel like going to the gym. Whah.
I know what you're thinking.
"Whatever you do, bitch. Cos that's what I like to hear."
Well fuck you, you fucking fuck. It's not my fucking job to entertain you.
Watch the news if you want- some kid drowns in a flower pot, another is beaten to hell by their father.
You'll be back.
Beyotch.
1 comment:
We'll have to do something about keeping some St. Andre at work. I've got the crackers but no cheese. That would be wrong to leave cheese in my locker even though I think most of the people around me deserve that kind of punishment. Remember my unpasteurized French cheese-upper storage compartment-Paris to SFO 12 hour flight story?
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