I think it's time to make myself shut up when my (male!) coworker asks if it's *that time of the month* for me because *all you've done is complain since you walked in the door this morning.* seriously, can I help it if everything I've touched has fallen apart or broken or jammed or worked INCREDIBLY slowly since I woke up this morning? seriously.
but I'll shut up now.
I could use some doritos. mmmmm....
1 comment:
Dorito's make life good.
So does kicking men where it counts. :D
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