First of all, I have PMS. I'm generally in a cranky mood and my nerves? I have none. Don't mess with me.
Second, I have been dealing with idiots who don't want to do their job. They are supposed to be providing ME customer service and providing me a product. The correct product. I shouldn't have to track down said product, then call said idiot, so he can order it for me. This is ridiculous.
Third, I hit my head on the paper towel dispenser in the office bathroom. That just sent me over the damn edge.
Sooooo...this is the dilemma:
Do I celebrate 4/20 by smoking a big, fat bowl of chronic (for the first time in years) or do I celebrate the anniversary of Columbine (which also happened on April 20) and just start shooting? Decisions decisions...
Tasteless joke? Yes. Again...don't mess with me.
Ok, you got me. I won't do either. I'll go home, eat fish tacos (and I mean actual fish tacos...not pussy), go Zumba at 24 Hr Fitness, maybe drink a beer, and my boyfriend who can do amazing things with his hands and mouth will give me at least one orgasm. I suppose my ideas of what relaxes me have shifted. We all can't be Snoop and Willie.