Im snowed into my parents house with over a foot of snow (we were supposed to get 1-3”) and only one beer left in the fridge. What am I supposed to do?
Listen, lady. You light up my life. I fucking love you.
Welcome to my night. I thought I was taking Advil LiquiGels, but instead it was Nyquil. And I’m about four margaritas in. Oops. See y’all in lala land.
My new roommate didn’t just try and discuss with me how ridiculous he thinks the repeal of Dont Ask Dont Tell is. And how much he *hates* people who try and change “traditions.”
I can either sit around, eat food and watch tv all day while I am snowed in. Or I can just drink and drink and drink some more until I think its a good idea to go outside and play in the snow.
I may or may not have just spent the last 30 minutes convincing myself someone was breaking into my house only to figure out it was a branch scraping my window. I need to go to sleep.
Don’t hate me because I am beautiful.
Don’t look up the new guy at work on Facebook until you are out of the office. This makes for substantially less of a chance he will walk by and see you creeping on his life.
Currently: Nat King Cole - The Christmas Song