Cold business at lunchtime.
Okay, since I'm gonna do work, this is gonna be short, but there's trouble on the homefront so you know I gotta report it. First of all, I now have a toothache. F-you very much, fudge mickey fickeys. I couldn't even finish my damn breadsticks. Secondly, a giant resembling my most feared (and loved) ex-boyfriend has been spotted in Compton this morning. This could be a bad thing. A really bad thing. I hope the reporting source just made a mistake, and this was some random light skinned dude that happened to be super tall. I ain't ready to see him, and I probably never will be. Thirdly, I heard something on the radio that sent me screaming... Hi-Five's Unconditional Love. I'll be damned if that song didn't almost make me cry. I was singing (all terrible of course) and I forgot to look at the time so I came back in here late. Damn I'm glad I don't punch clocks anymore. I'd be ever so screwed at the hands of Hi-Five. I had to listen to the whole damn song too, I wasn't getting outta that car until the song went off. Then I found my old CD and listened to "Can't wait another minute". Almost started crying again. But I didn't. Instead I ate more fudge (despite the pain in my mouth from the same damn fudge). Thus, I am now in a rush. So I must end my mid-day update here. But I'll leave you with the following words of wisdom: "It's about time, sacrifice, paid the price, its do or die, unconditional love..." Dammit them niggas said it best. Hi-Five foreva!! Okay, back to work now.
posted by MiniMee at 1:46:00 PM
3 Comments:
fuck the fudge, get with the fruit candy. at least when you're throwin down your fourth bag of skittles, you'd have tricked yourself into thinking that there really is some healthy fruit in there. or is that just me ...
Man, you're talkin' to a Skittle Vet... purples and reds eaten together; all greens, yellows and oranges given to my brother for disposal.
And naw, you're not the only one who lies to yourself about the fruity nutrition hidden deep within the crunchy skittle shell. Thats my bargaining tool when I'm scheming on someone else buying them for me, LOL. But I can't front on the whitey gift-fudge, man. It's got me like Crack-a-Cola.
dayum!...I aint laughed this hard this early in the morning since the morning after the election and they told me that BushBaby had won another 4 years, of course I thought they were joking...*sigh*
That most def had to be some serious fudge, you'll end up being the first person to succumb to a fudge overdose...Have a great Christmas! I'll definitel;y make you a regular stop on my dailies too!
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