You know those days when you just wanna go home and bang your head on the wall 37 times, then go hide under the bed with an IV drip of vodka, with an unlimited supply of Russel Stover chocolates & Cheetos? And not come out until you're too fat/drunk that they need a dolly to lift the bed and you? And then magically you're all happy and dancey because you're drunk & in a food coma?
I'm not having one of those days.
Today's the best day of my life. *sarcasticmuch*
Being a girl sucks moldy ass.