I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
I guess I should go to work or something, eh?
I so don’t want to go in. My stomach has felt like it has a brick sitting in it since last night, but since I called out one day a week or so ago, I can’t very well call out again. Maybe I can get away with sitting in there and reading all day. Oh well. At least this is my own workweek humpday.
Tags: humpday, work
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