Bitchfest stew.
Chop up some morning grumpiness. Toss in cold snowy ice all over the car and some thirty minutes late because of it. Blend in a little boss on your ass because his boss is on his ass, fold in some snide colleague comments until pissed off. Beat it with an ass-kicking workout mixed with asthma, followed by a soggy gnarly lunch sandwich. Top it all off with some insane tummy gurgles and a piercing headache.
Bitchfest stew.
It's so not cool to be me today.
posted by Rosie @ 10/18/2006
3 comments
3 Comments:
Am having a beer for you as I type...feel better sweetie!
I hate, hate, hate those days. Hope tomorrow is better! Feel better, too.
sounds like a recipe for disaster.
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