you don't understand...
Today was a breeze at work! A welcomed breeze! A much, much, much welcomed breeze! I still had plenty to do...but for some reason, things were peachy. I hope it's like
this all week---hell, all month!
Leave it up to a cat to take a crap right after you clean the litter box. The nerve!
I wish I could talk about Six Feet Under from last night in here right now...FUCK IT...if you haven't seen last night's episode (and care) skip this part:
Ok enough of Six Feet Under stuff.
I made an awesome dinner...with Quorn of course. Mmmm; BBQ's tenders and corn. It was so good. I totally pig out when I made that shit. I need a shirt that says "I
I was craving Buddy's pizza like mad today. This was around lunchtime. Oh, of course, the lunch I had totally satisfied that craving---not (Nutella and crackers, yogurt, Nilla wafers,
honey roasted peanuts). I want some damn good pizza. Maybe we'll go to Shield's tomorrow or Wednesday! Mmmm!
Don't know why I'm thinking about food: I'm so stuffed! I ate a large dinner and then wolfed down a s'more and a Handi Snack. Oink oink!
So Nate is dead. And could they kill him off in any better way? He's been THE biggest penis these past couple of epsiodes, I couldn't help but exclaim, "GOOD!" But then they showed
previews for the next episode and David freaking out had me saddened. Anyway, Nate is the show...you know? He's been the likeable guy all along. I don't know, I think they played this
right. We'll see where the next three episodes take us...hopefully putting Ruth in a mental hospital---what the fuck is her problem?
