March 2012
February 2012
So sick.
Of work and the paint smell. Seriously, I hate the smell of paint so much. It gives me a bad headache and makes me feel like throwing up. I am not in a tolerate mood today.
A Gordon Ramsay Poem
oh my god where’s the risotto? useless.
I hate.
Hearing about how nic’s boyfriend surprises her with taking her to the keg. Derek never surprises me with that. The one time we went to the keg he complained the whole time about how expensive it was. Now I’m really jealous and angry.
