I was born with an extra bone in my mouth and I can’t ever say that without someone making a joke about having a bone in my mouth.
I kind of feel like Demi Moore in St Elmo’s Fire and if you don’t know why I’m sure as fuck not going to explain it.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. People in glass drug houses should probably draw the fucking shades and leave me the fuck alone before I make things worse than they already are.
Panera bread for lunch for the win.
I’m never drinking again. Ugh hangovers are not my style. Good thing it was entirely acceptable that I rolled into work promptly at noon. But seriously this is why I don’t drink much.
I’m getting better and that’s cool I guess.
Also I think I like my new job so that’s nice. Snaps for Nicole.