signspoint2fail

I worked today in a warehouse and rediscovered my hatred of small packages that weigh over 30 pounds.

I am sore and watching animal orgies aka Life on the Discovery channel.

Because of that show I may finally be converted to bottled water.

My want to bang bang. Being single is fail.

Pretty much here in about 25min I am going to pass the fuck out.

I hope I don't have another nightmare about my ex being pregnant. I know 100% that she is not but its a dream and its horrifying. I am barely responsible enough to take care of my two pet mice.

I also hope I get a decant job soon so I can get away from my mother and buy a dog.

Night night SG