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Hopefully a house will come and land on top of me this morning and put me out of my misery.
I'm PMSing like a pussy in heat- and for minnesota, that isn't a good thing.
Some garage sales would brighten my mood-so would a huge bin of legos, however with working till 7:30, my chance of any legos is as good as a house landing on my head. But one has to have hope. Even though there is a sale that is advertising lego's, but it starts at 7 (and my gay ass works till 7:30). DAMN YOU MAYO CLINIC! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!!!
I'll live. Seriously. I'll live.
As per routine, one of my favorite co-workers decided to piss me off. If your going to be on decreased work productivity, and sit with your 2 pt assignment at a desk and knit your pubic hairs into a sweater, at least you could do would be... possibly... GET OFF YOUR PHAT ASS AND ANSWER A CALL LIGHT. Seriously.
Some kind soul brought in a small kings ransome in bite size chocholate for the RN's. Of course, MY DIET IS RUINED-I've had a few pieces (read: the whole fucking bag).
What else? My dad's minor surgery is going into overtime-with this-2 weeks before the Europe hop and Dad's scrotal sac is draining. Being 4 hours away, I can't see that far to examine the damage-thanks to digital camera's, its all good, and yours truely is scared for life. FUCK.
I want a dark room, my Mission Oak desgined Coffin, and my peace pipe. That's it.
Oh and Jake G (From bareback mountain fame) naked, cleaning my house!
I'm PMSing like a pussy in heat- and for minnesota, that isn't a good thing.
Some garage sales would brighten my mood-so would a huge bin of legos, however with working till 7:30, my chance of any legos is as good as a house landing on my head. But one has to have hope. Even though there is a sale that is advertising lego's, but it starts at 7 (and my gay ass works till 7:30). DAMN YOU MAYO CLINIC! DAMN YOU TO HELL!!!!!
I'll live. Seriously. I'll live.
As per routine, one of my favorite co-workers decided to piss me off. If your going to be on decreased work productivity, and sit with your 2 pt assignment at a desk and knit your pubic hairs into a sweater, at least you could do would be... possibly... GET OFF YOUR PHAT ASS AND ANSWER A CALL LIGHT. Seriously.
Some kind soul brought in a small kings ransome in bite size chocholate for the RN's. Of course, MY DIET IS RUINED-I've had a few pieces (read: the whole fucking bag).
What else? My dad's minor surgery is going into overtime-with this-2 weeks before the Europe hop and Dad's scrotal sac is draining. Being 4 hours away, I can't see that far to examine the damage-thanks to digital camera's, its all good, and yours truely is scared for life. FUCK.
I want a dark room, my Mission Oak desgined Coffin, and my peace pipe. That's it.
Oh and Jake G (From bareback mountain fame) naked, cleaning my house!
