My clothes today don't really fit. They used to, I swear. I even bought this blouse after my weight gain started. But it doesn't pass the self-hug test anymore. And is tight on the biceps. At least it's not obscene.
I wear it because I'm sad. Once I'm done, I'll relegate it to the "maybe sometime" part of my closet.
Another set bites the dust.
I keep thinking it's Thursday.
I keep thinking it's Thursday.
It's the voices in your head. Tell them to chill until tomorrow.
That's because that's what the voices are telling you.
There is cowbell.
There is definitely too much.
I don't even want to get into why there is any, but surely the guy holding it could tamp the clapper.
That was the theory about where the pin came from, but it was never proven, and seems extremely unlikely.
Tom, I've had
wood/metal splinters that migrated from where they went in and then where they came out. Albeit, they never migrated that far. And they usually create a little pustule around the exit that can be seen
.
It's the voices in your head. Tell them to chill until tomorrow.
And miss their stock tips?
it will cure your fever. ijs.
it will cure your fever. ijs.
Said by someone who's never tried to work and/or not have a migraine when someone a cube over is fiddling with a goddamned stupid cowbell that shouldn't have been allowed in the building anyway, except they use it for motivational crap.