I hate my car. Well, really, I hate that the motor in the air compressor went out and I no longer have heat in my car. And that it will cost an estimated $17 bajillion to fix it. And I hate that it has been in the teens for the past two days on my drive to work. And I REALLY hate that sometime between Monday night and Tuesday morning, I developed a head cold.
Because now? I feel like a bucket of boiled ass.
I went home early from work yesterday and slept all afternoon. And most of the night too. I still feel like ass, though.
Stupid winter.
Stupid cold.
At least you didn’t wake up to your stupid cat trying to have sex with my cat. I don’t know why Chloe thinks a girl cat is gonna do the nasty with her. She was YOWLING in my room and I threw a bag at her. She pretty much stayed away the rest of the night.
Actually, she came in my room YOWLING also, so I feel no pity for you whatsoever.
I’m gonna come YOWL in your room tonight.
Hey, Whole Foods opens today!!!!!
You do, and I will throw things at you until you leave.
Ok, ok, but Whole Foods!
Yay! Whole Foods!
So you realize you’re having conversations with your roommates and your boyfriend on your blog… right?
I just think the “hot pussy on pussy action” comment was about the best thing I read today. Remember though, this is a knitting blog so we need pictures of the events.
And yeah, you are conversing with your roommate on your blog. Maybe that’s what happens when you turn into boiled ass. We have had some boiled ass syndrome here too, even in sunny California where it got cold enough to kill most of the plants in my front yard.