your boobies paid for your lunch????
I gotta get better boobies.
'Smile Time'
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your boobies paid for your lunch????
I gotta get better boobies.
Nah, Cash. Your boobies feed in other ways. That's pretty damn good. We single, childless folks have to do something to keep up with all you cool kids.
Milk schmilk--I'd love it if my boobies could get me a Wendy's taco salad.
there is lots of noise outside. so I go look. The city is trimming the tree we asked them to look at over a year ago. Yay. however I am wondering if I will be able to leave for work at 4.
my dimoond shoes are way too tight
I'd love it if my boobies could get me a Wendy's taco salad.
I can see how that would be appealing.
Emily is now playing with our newly returned xBox. It is very exciting. I need to practice more so we can play Urbz Sims together.
See, if my boobs could procure a taco salad, I'd be all, "Next time, how about Tiramisù? Something nice, for a change?"
Milk schmilk--I'd love it if my boobies could get me a Wendy's taco salad.
Wait 'til the kids are in school. If I can figure out a way to make school supplies with my breasts, I'll be a millionaire.
Photoshop contest "If Goths Ruled The World"
I just got hit up by my alma mater's (my department, even) fundraising staff. That boy was good. It didn't even feel like a fundraising solicitation. I may send them a few bucks.
I should probably consider sending the bastards in the bursar's office the $800 I still owe them.
Or, you know...not.
this is what I hate about crying jags is that they leave you (or me) in actual physical pain afterwards.
No KIDDING! There were several times in high school when I remember crying and crying, and then being even MORE depressed and pissed, because then I felt physically ill, as well as all upset!
I missed Erin! So sad.
Happy Birthday to those with birthdays now-ish!
She has anger issues, and he has retaliated by spending every night over the last week or so going to strip clubs, getting wasted, and striking up a friendship with one of the strippers.
Oh dear lord. That sounds like a MESS.
Today is one of those days where I wish I had my own little cave, stocked with booze and DVDs and a comfy couch/bed thing, so I could go hole up and not have to deal with anyone or anything
I call this place my "living room."
Me too! My apartment is small enough that although the booze is in the kitchen area, it's still all one room... But what I really want is someone who comes and keeps it all nice and clean, so that it's comforting. Mess stresses me out, but I"m so lazy that I'm really bad about cleaning.
Work was CRAZY stressful for most of the morning, but hte good thing about coming in so much this weekend is that I limited the amount that I can accomplish outside of regular business hours, so after all the runnign around and calling, I didn't stay too late. Still didn't get home until after 8pm, but...