I increased my 401 contribution instead of decreasing it, oops! I’ll keep it that way through ‘09 I suppose.
Today at work we labeled envelopes for our holiday cards. I got one for an Aziz Ansari in Dubai.
We look the same. Only, one of us peed on our towel in the car on the way home.
Sorry I judged your for your 7-11 dinner of Doritos in barbeque sauce and peanut butter Saltines. I had mini pretzels and cream soda float…
Luchador Jesus and Luchador Mary prayer candles. I would like to brofist whoever came up with this.
These almost make me want to be Catholic
This reminded me of you, Nic?
tswifts got a new do
She doesn’t look as cat-like! But she does look like she has a mustache?
Finally a Christmas Movie with Nuts Shots!
I watched this certain that Jimmy Pop would make an appearance. I was right. Bonus? He was wearing the same hat he wears on the cover of “Use Your Fingers.” That shit’s old.
Anyway, tuned in for J. Pop, left feeling like I was in college and Phil and I just watched the Christmas-themed follow up to CKY4.
In college when I got stressed I would draw. Work has stressed me out badly this week. Perhaps I will start that painting of Hector the Chessie that I wanted to do.
That was hysterical.
Just got a text from my boyfriend. Before I could reply my sister called to tell me that he’s on mtvu. It’s like he never even left.
I always get my hair done about a week and a half later than I need to. Next time I think my hair can go a couple weeks longer I will call and make the soonest appointment available.
I can’t wear a fucking tie or jacket without someone giving me the eye.
I can’t wear my Prada cologne because my boss is “sensitive.”
At the end of the day, he made a big scene about smelling the “Glade Plug-In” scent each time he walked down my row.
I’m sure he knew it was me, but he kept pretending it wasn’t…nice guy, right?
WRONG. I felt so uncomfortable as two other guys he rounded up started sniffing around my area.
Ugh.
And so I tell you that this is what’s wrong with the world today:
my couplet of complaints about working in a business casual environment.
Not world hunger. Not cancer. Not AIDS. Not even Feline AIDS.
You read it here first.
Seriously, dude, STOP. Stop challenging everything I say, stop ignoring all of my suggestion, stop acting like a know-it-all. Slow down, calm down and lose the f-ing ‘tude puh-lease. I’m really at my wits end.
If I tell you to do something, do it. Don’t think you know better and do things your own way. Might I remind you you’ve only been here 5 months to my 30. I do actually know what I’m talking about, ass.