I HATE EXTREME HOME MAKEOVER.
THIS SHIT IS EMOTIONAL.
My Dad is making me watch it. I'm balling like a baby.
He thinks it's funny.
I'm spitting in his orange juice, or something equally evil.
So this weekend kinda blowed. Friday night we went for drinks, mostly I was starving. Saw one of the boys up at our spot. Hung out with Lucifer and Satan. Enjoyed that. Saturday night I had to deal with to guys trying to get me over to the same place. Yeah, that was going to happen. Sunday Satan and I saw Penelope and were really good at Target, oh how I want to buy things. Lots and lots of things. Sigh.
I'm all snotty and teary eyed, and he's enjoying this.
Bastard.
You will pay.
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1 comment:
LMAO I love the silent rage that we both keep. We're actually pretty good at hiding the evil loathing looks too! Professionals.
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