So apparently my shirt thought it would be ok to sit on top of my ass all day, revealing my skank panties to my boss who is training me today. RIGHT BEHIND ME. I don't know why I didn't realize my ass was hanging out all day, but fuck I'm sure he'd been making some fucked up faces behind me.
In other news, I believe psychiatrist are the laziest types of doctors, yes you talk all day and give advice but really? REALLY? Why does 15 minutes of your time cost $171? Bullshit.
Also, my newest tattoo may have given me malaria or something since it seems that I am not healing, and it looks like crusty hell. I'm giving it a few more days before I decide to slice off an entire chunk of my shoulder.
That is all.
Oh and someone find me a boyfriend, this lack of boy is irritating.
2 comments:
I don't even know anyone worthy of being your boyfriend. You are too beautiful and too awesome for anyone here. Oh and the distance thing...
I love you.
Hahahaha. My captcha thing is 'dudor.' I'm impressed.
I'm so honoured to call myself your friend... And to think now you have a boy. Gives me hope! Let's start blogging again. Looks like we both stopped 2 years ago, 2010.
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