I have way too many boyfriends who aren't real. Probably one on each NHL team, several racing boys, a handful of NFL boys, and we don't even need to mention the ones on tv. Why can't I find a real one? It's quite sad. :-( BTW, Brady Quinn is getting to play... suck it.
*sigh* Tomorrow is election day. Tomorrow someone who shouldn't be the president is going to be the president and it's going to suck for 4 long years. If we go to socialism, I'm moving to Edmonton and marrying one of Vern Fiddler's cousins. Final. So I'll get up at the butt crack of dawn and I'll go vote for the lesser of two evils because it allows me to go into work late and then I'll try my hardest to not pay attention to the millions of hours of news footage devoted to exit polls, hanging chads, and biased anchors which shouldn't be too difficult considering my boys are playing in Vancouver tomorrow night.
Speaking of my boys... they're not going to be home for TWO WEEKS!!! How am I going to survive? Two weeks of a crappy job without so much as one trip to Nashville to break it up. If they can pull out a decent record on this roadie I'm going to be a very happy girl. Come on babes! I know you can do it!
BTW, how 'bout those Titans? 8-0 baby! Britney is amazing for taking me on Happy Packers Day. I might have to make an attempt to pay attention to them a little more now that I have a boyfriend on their team. ;-) I'm also WAY too fat to hike all the way up to the top.
Ok now... speaking of my crappy job... they fired Velma. I can't believe they fucking fired Velma. What is wrong with them? I'm done. I will go in and work my hours in my office and I won't speak to any of those hag bitches in the office unless it's absolutely necessary. Heartless cows.
*sigh* Tomorrow is election day. Tomorrow someone who shouldn't be the president is going to be the president and it's going to suck for 4 long years. If we go to socialism, I'm moving to Edmonton and marrying one of Vern Fiddler's cousins. Final. So I'll get up at the butt crack of dawn and I'll go vote for the lesser of two evils because it allows me to go into work late and then I'll try my hardest to not pay attention to the millions of hours of news footage devoted to exit polls, hanging chads, and biased anchors which shouldn't be too difficult considering my boys are playing in Vancouver tomorrow night.
Speaking of my boys... they're not going to be home for TWO WEEKS!!! How am I going to survive? Two weeks of a crappy job without so much as one trip to Nashville to break it up. If they can pull out a decent record on this roadie I'm going to be a very happy girl. Come on babes! I know you can do it!
BTW, how 'bout those Titans? 8-0 baby! Britney is amazing for taking me on Happy Packers Day. I might have to make an attempt to pay attention to them a little more now that I have a boyfriend on their team. ;-) I'm also WAY too fat to hike all the way up to the top.
Ok now... speaking of my crappy job... they fired Velma. I can't believe they fucking fired Velma. What is wrong with them? I'm done. I will go in and work my hours in my office and I won't speak to any of those hag bitches in the office unless it's absolutely necessary. Heartless cows.
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We really do need a night out with drinks.
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