tjwills00

I'm sitting here hating my job, hating the fact that my boss is forcing me to work overtime, and pretty much hating everything in my life for the majority of the day. So I come home and I find that my cat seems to have hurt her foot. She will barely put any weight on it, but she seems to be putting more on it as the night goes on. Yet, I'm in a great fucking mood. Why? Because I have Harold and Kumar on my fucking television. That is all.