whoa i'm in day two of my break and i haven't done or even started all the work i thought i was gonna do, i have however become compleatly consuned with yuckiness, and its comming out as resentment for the holidays
everyone's comming to my house for thanksgiving, yet another holiday i am compleatly cluless as to why its celebrated. as if americans aren't fat enough, why don't we have a holiday that revolves compleatly around glutny.
i miss the good ol days, wher i'd sit on my porch and dink a case of budlight before noon.
i have to do something to get rid of growing resentment. not health for my chi.
any new age ritualistic majic crystal cures? or how about some good ol fashoined ass kicken, oh yeah, thats not apropriate behavior for ladies here in republicanville.
days like this i wish they hadn't taken away my crow bar
i feel a little better now, but mostly i just want my crowbar back

i miss the good ol days, wher i'd sit on my porch and dink a case of budlight before noon.
i have to do something to get rid of growing resentment. not health for my chi.
any new age ritualistic majic crystal cures? or how about some good ol fashoined ass kicken, oh yeah, thats not apropriate behavior for ladies here in republicanville.
days like this i wish they hadn't taken away my crow bar

i feel a little better now, but mostly i just want my crowbar back
ever see Pieces of April? kinda deals with your situation (the thanksgiving thing, atleast)
it's unusual for guys to "not notice" when the sex stops-a-comin'...you might wanna check and see if he's still alive.
and what's with the damned penguins?