Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Open Letter to Myself

Dear Self,

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!  I tell you to do something, and you sprint, not run but sprint, the other other damn direction.  I'm totally hating on you right now.  I'm going to take the next 24-48 hours to find my self-control and hopefully I can get back to loving you.

Thanks bitch.

On a sidenote, Zig, his friend A, and I went to the caps game last night and had a fabulous time.  I'm HURTING today.  Off to Starbucks and work now.

1 comment:

The Divorced Guy said...

Yeah, I know the feeling sometimes