Last night, I was called to the boss's office after my shift ( Read more... )

Maybe I'll become one of those teenage drama queen bloggers who just writes one angsty sentence as a post, in an attempt to alarm people in to caring/posting ( Read more... )

Dancing to Gypsy Music is Like Sex - Don't Think. Just Do It.

( pedostache: A form of facial that makes the wearer look like a pedophile or creep. )

Hello all ( Read more... )

Apparently, Wagner can cover a multitude of sins.

Ribbons were cut. Cake was et. Champagne was imbibed. Brunch was had. The beach was visited. Music was (very well) played. Songs were ended.

Today, some tourists asked my co-worker if he was my husband.

He is not.

Well, I didn't realize my pact was a pact with the devil.

Rats.

Of all holiday weekends to fall wretchedly ill, I think I chose a good one ( Read more... )

It's war! Bring it, eh bada boom bada bitches!