Oh, come ON.
Apr. 30th, 2010 09:24 pmDear body,
You choose tonight to develop the sort of fun digestive problems that send me running back and forth to the bathroom constantly? Today, of all days? You couldn't wait until Sunday when I'll theoretically spend the entire day of the couch celebrating with a six-pack of Smirnoff and a bacon double cheeseburger stuffed pizza, rather than today when thanks to interfering co-workers and slow drivers I didn't get nearly as much done on the Big Bang as I hoped?
URGH. URGH, URGH, URGH.
You can sincerely go fuck yourself,
Me
You choose tonight to develop the sort of fun digestive problems that send me running back and forth to the bathroom constantly? Today, of all days? You couldn't wait until Sunday when I'll theoretically spend the entire day of the couch celebrating with a six-pack of Smirnoff and a bacon double cheeseburger stuffed pizza, rather than today when thanks to interfering co-workers and slow drivers I didn't get nearly as much done on the Big Bang as I hoped?
URGH. URGH, URGH, URGH.
You can sincerely go fuck yourself,
Me