and the hand presses to the forehead like this: 3(
I just got home from work, and right now i'm trying to decide if i want to head to BAGG tonight.
It is a deep and ponderous decision, fraught with choices that could potentially alter the very fabric of space and time.
should i go out to dance?
or should i nibble nachos, watch mythbusters, and then fall asleep on my couch while my cats try to decide if i'm edible?
how can one woman possibly decide on two choices of such great and far-reaching magnitude!?
why oh why must my life be so complicated!
EDIT: the nachos have won this battle by means of tasty treachery and delicious subterfuge. sneaky bastards.
It is a deep and ponderous decision, fraught with choices that could potentially alter the very fabric of space and time.
should i go out to dance?
or should i nibble nachos, watch mythbusters, and then fall asleep on my couch while my cats try to decide if i'm edible?
how can one woman possibly decide on two choices of such great and far-reaching magnitude!?
why oh why must my life be so complicated!
EDIT: the nachos have won this battle by means of tasty treachery and delicious subterfuge. sneaky bastards.