Mar 31, 2009 22:06
Dear Meg,
Don't. Fucking. Do. That.
Kay?
Love,
UR ARMS
PS. The gallbladder sends its love.
Dear Beloved Arms,
Look, I know that I promised you I wouldn't do that. I said I'd put you first and I will. It was just this one time! It was the invoices' fault! You saw what they were wearing!
I'm sorry, baby. I brought you ibuprofen. Does that make it better?
It won't happen again. I mean it this time.
Please don't hate me in the morning.
Love,
Meg
PS. Fuck you, gallbladder, I'm eating cheesecake anyway.
At least I remembered why I set those rules about breaks in the first place. Doesn't help that I've got a GIANT STACK waiting for me at work tomorrow. *Sigh*
work,
body hates me