| i wish that someone would have called me this morning to tell me not to wear this fucking wool sweater. it sits in the back of my closet for a reason. now i am going to be either uncomfortable or cold all day and neither of those things bode well on my mood. oh ya, and i hate the stupid bitch that lives in my building and wears a shitload of something that smells like baby powder. I bet you she is a fat cunt that is obsessed with soap operas and her poodle mimi. |