Wednesday, September 20, 2006
It's kind of like a bee in your pants.
That's entertainment When the cameras roll Can you face the pavement For a happy dog and pony show Everybody loves you baby Of course they do Do you miss me I miss you.
I don't know what else to call this post, because really only mere minutes ago there was an actualy bee in my pyjama pants.
Yes that's right.
A fucking bee in my fucking pyjama fucking pants!
Don't even get me started on the fact that my cat ate all of my sleeping pills.
Oh and Primo Ass Hat quit so there goes the dirty highly detailed smutty office romance tales you were all looking forward to reading.
Oh ya let's not forget the issue of the moment.
A FUCKING BEE ....
IN MY FUCKING PANTS!
How does that even happen? How was I suppose to prevent it?
After calling daddy for help (like the little girl i am) and crying and having a fit of the crazies-hysteria hit me like a brick wall and then there came the dissapointment.
Dissapointment because I have to say I was hoping for a different type of prick in my pants if you know what I mean.
What the hell is happening to my life!? My friend got asked out by some gorgeous french guy meanwhile I get hit on by a random locker stalker boy...
Normal girls don't get bees in their pants. I mean what the fuck already! BEES?! IN MY PANTS?!
The only thing that makes this week okay is that I looked hot today. THAT'S ALL. GOOD NIGHT!
4:37 PM
