Work sucked just as much as yesterday.
Am convinced that Eeyore/Mr. Magoo may in fact be mentally retarded.
My ass went numb on several occasions and wearing my sexy "Slut Boots" which stunt doubles as professional wear when paired with a black skirt because it then becomes Tres Chic (put the lil squiggle above chic with your eyes so so it makes it pronounced She-eek!) Anyway, I think because I wore said boots I developed a cramp in my upper calf and now it hurts to walk.
I'm getting this Quasimodo vibe from myself.
I'm also convinced that my Trainer is president and founder of his own Fan club. As Jeremy suggested, I'm contemplating getting him a button with his own picture on it so he can wear it.
Lame.
No comments:
Post a Comment