Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Don’t Ill On My Grill.
Okay, I get it…most people are getting frustrated and stressed because of all the obligations that come along with the Christmas season.
I am an exception.
I thrive on shopping for others, wrapping gifts, baking cookies, writing cards and planning meals. However, it’s all my anticipation of such things that’s stressin’ on me. I know that my holidays start in a week and a half, so my mind is already there while my body is stuck eight weekdays behind. Therefore, I have turned into one big ball of highly irritable and endlessly ignitable aggravation. Even the way some people laugh is enough to make me want to rip my hair out by the roots. Am I the only one experiencing this?
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but i’m pretty sure you would never rip your hair out cos it smells so damn good.
You caught me. It’s true.
There will be no ripping in 1209.
try working with the public!
Try working with lawyers.
try working with monekys.
Monekys? There’s a new breed I have yet to hear of.
They’re a type of lawyer
Yay! I see the Aww in two and a half hours! Oh for joy!
What?! And you want to have breakfast on Saturday?
Please don’t bite off heads if they don’t serve banana french toast.
~Randy Andy
Your Soooo much hotter!