This morning blows already. It is hot as fuck outside, might as well be in a sauna. I spent half an hour standing outside for the skycap to take my bag for him to say “We cannot accept them anymore if you have already checked in online.” WHAT?!! Could you freakin’ put a sign out […]
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The boobs are good, nothing that isn’t suppose to be there, just the little titanium clip they left in last year when I had all the biopsy drama. Go me! Hooray for boobs! Speaking of boobs, is it just me or does Obama make everyone throw up a little in their mouth when he talks? […]
You may notice my new favorite acronym in the title. This is something special because as a general rule I do not easily adopt acronyms. Everytime I see “LOL” or “ROFL” I want to set something on fire and watch it burn like a Towering Inferno. WTAF = What the ACTUAL Fuck! Love it!. So […]
Let’s talk about fashion today. Let’s talk about how it is NEVER going to be ok to wear certain things to work. I have spent the last year becoming more and more convinced I can not be surprised about what people will put on in the morning and consider it appropriate for work. I am […]
I haven’t written in a while and I have been bottling it up and saving it for a glorious Fuck You to the world. First off, work has been absolutely insane and while I could probably write a TDFU about that everyday for a year, I will refrain because really, work is always insane no […]
I haven’t done a list in a while. I do love me a good list A bunch of things that are on my mind: 1. Hass Avocados are one of God’s perfect creations; cut in half and get a spoon. Doesn’t even need salt if it is just ripe enough. 2. World cup soccer makes […]
It is never a good idea to avoid telling me something just because you think I am going to fly off the handle. Especially if I am going to get blindsided with what you avoided telling me. This is never good. Now I am twice as pissed as I would have been and feeling extremely […]
I wish I had lasers on the front of my car. Green means go, bitches!!
Why oh why is it so difficult for women to dress appropriatly? Work is not the place for a sundress and chanclas!!! High heels ladies!!
So, since i am 39 with 2.5 years of experience I have to get the recommended tit smash done yearly in addition to my annual groping/pap/as close as i will get to a lesbian experience. While my “tryst” is not until next month, the mammogram was 6 March 2010. First off, it fucking hurts and […]