I'm about to verbally lose my crap. This concludes your warning.
I HAVE to have a nap time and watch Young and the Restless every weekday. If I do not have this I turn into a heinous rage monster. Some people drink, some people do drugs. Me? I like drama. For the past two days (both for awesome reasons) I have missed that. Due to my fore mentioned rule I am now slowly converting into a hideous rage monster beast. (Yes I know that monster and beast mean about the same thing and that I'm being redundant, but I'll betcha if you could look into my crazy eyes right now you wouldn't say it to my face.)
Also my husband refuses to buy me a box of kittens for my 30th birthday coming in 37 days. He keeps using the same lame excuse. Something about how we aren't allowed to have pets at our house, blah, blah, blah. All I hear is "I'm stomping on your one and only dream for your 30th birthday and loving every minute." He sneers a bit when he says it too. Whatever. He is without whimsy. I feel bad for that chap. It must be boring to live without unicorns.
I've decided that the rest of today will be conducted with the accent of an old timey stereo typical French actress. This should help to combat the raginess of it all. If you should come into contact with me today please keep in mind that I am NOT certifiable and the accent is for your safety and mine.
Now I must go and attend to ze matters at hand. Adieu, Adieu....
I HAVE to have a nap time and watch Young and the Restless every weekday. If I do not have this I turn into a heinous rage monster. Some people drink, some people do drugs. Me? I like drama. For the past two days (both for awesome reasons) I have missed that. Due to my fore mentioned rule I am now slowly converting into a hideous rage monster beast. (Yes I know that monster and beast mean about the same thing and that I'm being redundant, but I'll betcha if you could look into my crazy eyes right now you wouldn't say it to my face.)
Also my husband refuses to buy me a box of kittens for my 30th birthday coming in 37 days. He keeps using the same lame excuse. Something about how we aren't allowed to have pets at our house, blah, blah, blah. All I hear is "I'm stomping on your one and only dream for your 30th birthday and loving every minute." He sneers a bit when he says it too. Whatever. He is without whimsy. I feel bad for that chap. It must be boring to live without unicorns.
I've decided that the rest of today will be conducted with the accent of an old timey stereo typical French actress. This should help to combat the raginess of it all. If you should come into contact with me today please keep in mind that I am NOT certifiable and the accent is for your safety and mine.
Now I must go and attend to ze matters at hand. Adieu, Adieu....
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