poop on annoying - and are not stupid, are normal, cute and normal.
Kat, for why are you torturing the lori?
tea shouldn't be sweet.
LALAers, psst, it's already after 5.
I love the linen, but my linen skirts tend towards either flippy fun or look at my fantastic ass and I am not going for either this first week at the new office. I do think I will wear linen pants though, maybe Thursday.
I totally use the linen excuse, and happily, but I wondered if I was the only one. Besides, linen is nice. And I don't feel like a clothing failure when it wrinkles because it's known for it. Other wrinkled things can't be explained so easily.
OK, so I'm really blase about age and birthdays and all that. No desire really to do anything for/about them, no fanfare. But apparently the upcoming one along with some other issues is bugging me. SO ANNOYING AND STUPID.
I never knew sarameg was me until now.
tea shouldn't be sweet.
Never ever ever.
In a couple weeks. It's one they make specific greeting cards for. But really, just another day, not like I remember how old I am most days anyway. SO I CAN STOP BEING CRANKY ALREADY.
I use the I'm-Just-Too-Damn-Lazy-To-Iron excuse, which is the reason for my unique "relaxed" style.
Dear sara,
because I love you so much, I will be cranky for you and we all know what that means. I'll start now:
What's wrong with all the fucking people, with the standing in my way and being slow and being nasty. For example, spitting. Seriously, when did it become ok to just spit on the sidewalk, not in the gutter or a patch of grass or, for god's sake in a napkin or tissue, nope, just right there in the middle of the sidewalk, right in front of where I am about to step. I am convinced the spitting men of the world are the same ones who think hissing at a woman is some sort of turn on or mating call. There are too many people in the world and too many of them are stupidhead nasties. I really should be allowed to walk around with a stun gun and go to town, it would be such a nicer place.
You're welcome.
Love, Me
we all know what that means
Sparkly pink tazers issued to everyone!
I'm-Just-Too-Damn-Lazy-To-Iron excuse
I combine this with the "Ouch, I burn myself if I try to iron" reasoning.
Works wonders.
I pay the dry cleaner to take the risks for me.
Milky sweet tea is medicine for what ails you. Step off.
Oy. I went to Robinson's May a couple weeks ago. I think I hate that store. I did end up with a linen/nylon dusky rose trenchcoat for $60, but still. It was the stress.
Milky sweet tea is medicine for what ails you. Step off.
Hot? Totally. Milky and kinda sweet tea is the best comfort-y thing.
But cold/iced tea? It's like flat soda and just too sweet for me.
Sweet tea is just right and necessary in heat & humidity and no wind.
Well, except that it now exceeds my daily caffeine limit, so I don't drink it anymore.