I'm feeling really cranky today. Like REALLY cranky. Like John-Wesley-Hardin-kill-a-man-just-fer-snorin' cranky.
What's up with that?
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I'm feeling really cranky today. Like REALLY cranky. Like John-Wesley-Hardin-kill-a-man-just-fer-snorin' cranky.
What's up with that?
Mercury retrograde?
I'm feeling ready to kick some ass. I wish everyone else would get caught up so I can start some major ass-kicking!
Patience, not my virtue.
I'm feeling really cranky today. Like REALLY cranky. Like John-Wesley-Hardin-kill-a-man-just-fer-snorin' cranky.
And this is different from any other day...how?
And this is different from any other day...how?
...Shut up, Frank.
Grrrrr...school's library website is down. And the book I could check I loaned to disappearing group member, which, actually is why I need the information. Gonna kill that kid.
Hate. I am full of hatred.
Boy we make a helluva cheerful couple!
we make a hella cheerful board.
my boss has discovered gmail chat.
I need more coffee.
Question of the day:
How to fit 15 cars into 8 parking spaces?
How to fit 15 cars into 8 parking spaces?
Demolition derby!