They're irrational!
So I survived my mom's birthday. Made it all the way to about 11:30 when I started writing in my journal and I began to cry. Not sure if it's a sign of talent that my writing can make me cry or a scream of warning.
Anyway, the day went sort of well, aside from my continuing back issues. Which after some web research is starting to scare me. And Ben gay smells like yum. Just saying. Even though I'm sure my back will break out from all that grease.
I'm considering hotdogs for lunch. Omnomnom. Oh baby. Also I have to be at work at five thirty. Gay. Boyfriend gets off at five and is going to play poker with the boys. *groan* Ziva and McGee playing scrabble, makes me so happy. McCheat.
Probie won kanobie.
Also. Hotdogs. Pepsi. Mmmm.
Am still having an affair with twitter. Don't tell anyone.
I'm hoping and praying that my dear store manager will be out for the month. That's pretty bad huh? Little pleasures man. Little.
Also I've been writing NCIS again. Finally.
Anyway, the day went sort of well, aside from my continuing back issues. Which after some web research is starting to scare me. And Ben gay smells like yum. Just saying. Even though I'm sure my back will break out from all that grease.
I'm considering hotdogs for lunch. Omnomnom. Oh baby. Also I have to be at work at five thirty. Gay. Boyfriend gets off at five and is going to play poker with the boys. *groan* Ziva and McGee playing scrabble, makes me so happy. McCheat.
Probie won kanobie.
Also. Hotdogs. Pepsi. Mmmm.
Am still having an affair with twitter. Don't tell anyone.
I'm hoping and praying that my dear store manager will be out for the month. That's pretty bad huh? Little pleasures man. Little.
Also I've been writing NCIS again. Finally.