Saturday, January 21, 2006

Mood Swing At Ten O'Clock

I plan to be in a f*cked up mood for the remainder of the weekend. To my faithful readers that have my number, please do not try to contact me via phone. I am not in the mood for any conversation and not in the mood for any company. If you don't believe me, call and see what happens. I love you all to pieces but I haven't had an attitude in a long time. I think I deserve to have one. And seeing as the one person I truly needed to talk to f*cked up my already bad day, I'm not going to be courteous to anyone until said person gets their sh*t right and comes at me correctly.

(Is it wrong that I found Fargo sadly hysterical? It's that Steve Buscemi. He kills me...)


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