I think I’m falling apart.
I can’t fit into my “big girl” pants, and by “big girl” I mean “fat”.
I’m having a problem lately with things on my face; John is constantly leaning over and picking things off it, food, feathers, my phone bling…
My gray hair is starting to show through again, gotta color it.
I keep making mistakes at work, not big mistakes, but certainly stupid ones. My boss decided to implement some “plans” to catch everyone’s mistakes and I have decided that I need to tell her the only plan she needs to implement is to watch everything I do at all times cause I keep screwing up.
I’m going to have to go and get the walkthrough for Legend of Zelda, I’m stuck in a dungeon and I have no idea how to get out of it. That is like…so lame.
I put spoilers on my blog without giving an alert. Stupid. (sorry matt).
I can’t walk the dog in the ice because I’ve almost slipped 80 bagillion times.
I have two weeks of laundry I just can’t bring myself to do.
I need a life coach. Or someone to just take care of me…I guess I just need a babysitter.
Anyone? I’ll pay you for it…
5 comments:
Dollface I am falling apart as well. The only cure is Friday night. See you then!
You should just let this "John" character tell you what to do. Thats how men like it anyway.
yet with every blog post, i love you more and more, VIS.
VIS! Seriously, I'm definitely falling apart, but it's nice to know people understand about food and things all over ones face.
Ah, please don't worry about the spoilers. It's your blog after all, no one was twisting my arm to keep reading.
Plus any good tv watcher (which I used to pride myself on being) wouldn't have allowed themselves to fall behind in the first place... at least you've still got that together.
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