Shit, shittier, my day

It's not those balls I want to hit...:devil:

No, finger painting is out of the question. It's much too advanced. Jigsaw puzzle, maybe. Oh, and next week, we're gonna go and listen to a local musician hold a lecture called "You see with your eyes, you hear with your ears".

There's a weird pressure inside my chest, like a scream building up. Maybe, if you put your ear to my chest, you can hear the ocean roar..?:confused:
 
Flicka, honey, any chance you can have the web in the background?

Leave lit running JUST to freak them out

*sniggers*

Oh, and as for the smokers - "You may have a death wish, but I don't" or "My chest doesn't like you, and seeing as how I need it to breathe, get that thing out of your mouth. Now"

I'm a smoker. They work *nods*
 
We're not allowed to visit porn sites on state financed computers. *pout*

And I don't think those lines would work, either. Too many diificult words. Like "that" and "have".:rolleyes:

First week finally over. I'm thinking of making a huge exception to my rules, and get myself a drink. I have some Diet Coke in the fridge. With Lemon Flavour. That will do.
 
OK, I know that G-rated means "kids-may-see-this-movie-because-all-tits-are-covered-by-seashells".
 
The sad thing here is that I've met several STUPID people today, and all of them have well-paid jobs.

I've been there, too, Svenskaflicka! Boy howdy, have I ever been there! Ain't it a bitch?

We're not allowed to visit porn sites on state financed computers. *pout*

Sheesh, it's hardly any better than being in America! Another illusion about the country of my ancestors shot to hell.

Hope you get a fine job, or barring that, some kind of job, before long! You have my devout sympathy.
 
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