You’ve got to be shitting me! A bacon cheeseburger on a Krispy Kreme bun? Does it come with an angioplasty on the side?
I just wet my pants a little.
I hate that I’m fat, and that I’m the girl you secretly screw. You make me feel worthless, especially when I fucked you, and because I was too drunk to drive home you had me sleep in your guest bedroom.
No sympathy.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
What a sad way to start the week.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Goodness
My boss now has a Facebook. All I will say is she is 50+. Seriously, shouldn’t baby boomers have other things to do online? Or better yet OFFLINE? Well, I’m not worried about her finding me on it… my emails are never the same for facebook/myspace/tumblr/etc.
I just wish my company would make up their minds about facebook/myspace access at work. Some days I’m able to get on, some days I’m not. I’m sick of this hit or miss BS. Yes or no.
← Previous