Rest in Peace, Josh. May the sorry sons of bitches who killed you, rot in prison. Ready to punch someone in the face, preferably my ex. I've been married to a man, and now I'm apparently married to my job. Regardless of the situation, I get fucked over. This is why I'm divorced. Why people get so butthurt over the most ridiculous things is beyond me. Put on some emo music, cry me a friggin' river and get the hell over it. July 4th is the new New years. Theres a party in my pants, and no, you're not invited. I need to come with a warning label. looks like this gal's sleeve is going to be started next weekend...YESSSS. I have a hot date..with my bed. Ohhhh baby. Drunk off of exhaustion. Oy vey. Dear Fubar Support, You know I love you, right? Thank you for constantly reminding me that I have enough points to level, but due to this whole thing of being "pimped out", I cannot. Well played, alcohol. Well played. You want the naughty pics, huh..do ya?? Guess what, I don't have any, so get over it. Men are so prude these days. 3 words: Bitches be crazy. Karma has been really sweet to me lately. Either I'm just THAT lucky, or shes buttering me up for complete disaster. I was yelled at, pinched, hugged, kissed, threatened, and made people cry..and that was in the first hour of returning to work. Man, I love my job. I'm in a serious, monogamous relationship with my hand. Doesn't talk back, does what its told, and knows what its doing. |