Blegh

I forgot my phone at work, bought KFC that was so terrible we ended up feeding it to the dog, and some fucker almost killed me on the way home and I had to slam on my breaks so hard I think I have a bruise on my shoulder.

I’m hiding in my house for the rest of the night.

4 thoughts on “Blegh

  1. Colleen, Colleen. Are you trying to make me the happiest girl ever?

    You don’t have to do that. I mean, shoot, if you want to spoil me, wait until I’m laying around the house feeling sorry for myself next week after my surgery (which will be simple and quick and relatively painless and yet I’m still carrying on like they want to cut me in two).

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