These are merely random musings, and do not necessitate any 9-1-1 calls.
I hate Hump Day, and I hate people who say Hump Day. I’m pretty sure literally everyone feels the same way.
I want to slather Vaseline on my face and then wrap it in swaddling towels with a tiny hole in the front for looking out. Then just lay on my couch watching Suze Orman lecturing some dude about his IRA. Stupid idiot. You need a Roth.
Maybe I could order a box of romance books and then set them on fire. I doubt my landlady would appreciate that, but what does she know of hearbreak? Continue reading