Today was really sucking. I got kinda sick at work, long stupid day, customers suck (one group of ladies was ordering me around like a damn servant, it pissed me off). Then I got home and the first thing I hear is that I need to run some scans on the familty pc because my family (or rather, my 15 year old excuse for a sister) has managed to screw it up again....
And then I check my email - 50-something messages in my inbox, and all I can think is it's moderated post notifications for one of the LiveJournal communities I moderate or a flame war.
Cutiepants sent me 32 emails, just to cheer me up because he knew I was gonna feel crappy when I got home.
The boy made me cry from all the love. He made me laugh quite a bit, too. Darn him.
P.S. My bra is making my boob itch.
And then I check my email - 50-something messages in my inbox, and all I can think is it's moderated post notifications for one of the LiveJournal communities I moderate or a flame war.
Cutiepants sent me 32 emails, just to cheer me up because he knew I was gonna feel crappy when I got home.
The boy made me cry from all the love. He made me laugh quite a bit, too. Darn him.
P.S. My bra is making my boob itch.