I'm not exactly sure what is wrong with me, but my college-educated guess is that it has something to do with a mixture of the 15 pieces of candy I just inhaled, plus one hell of a cold that I have. So thank you, Tuesday night, for giving me a drain for a nose, and also to hormones for giving me a bottomless pit instead of a stomach.
I feel so gypped. I didn't even get any action out of Mr. Tuesday night. I could have let loose and had my way with him and still would have had the same outcome. So now I'm angry, which means I will sit here at work and continue to scrounge through the candy drawer. Cool.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment