Being an insane psychopath is crucial to become management, I think it's written in secret handbooks.
Still haven't talked to my mother. She's called a few times but I lie and tell her I'm at a friends or my phone is dying. I wonder how much longer I can keep that up before I have to talk to her.
oh, and I had a craving for prunes today so I ate like a dozen with my two cups of morning coffee. I feel like there is a jackhammer in my intestines.
This is the reason I will never have anything but a solid wood front door. I often peek out of the peephole then do the tiptoe run I have so mastered to the back bedroom where I hid til it's safe. I don't like people
Also, good thing I'm an angry sentient meat brick and not a person then, I'd have been forced to camp at your front door when I visited Texmas last time. I'd have a camp stove and tent and everything, scaring the neighbors. *scratches chin*
no i didnt..i just giggled like a school girl..
Sean states that he saw what looked like a dog kicking a can ala cartoon style..(there really was a dog present however...whether or not he kicked the can is debatable..)