okay, so not really, but it’s not my favorite strawberry and it’s like, growing in my mouth and making me angry inside.
bah…
the new girl at work is seriously bugging me. i want to kick her head in, cuz she’s being such a wench. always giving me weird looks and that whole ‘you look 25, is that your son.’ comment has NOT gone unnoticed. blah. blah squared, ya heard.
she looks 50, so i honestly think she doesn’t have room to talk, ya heard.
bah.
and i have to go get my beach pictures today and be like yay I SAW A BEACH! but then hope i don’t look like complete and utter ass on a plate because *shudder* i. hate. taking. pictures! oh i’ll be behind the camera…suuuuuurrrreeee…but pictures of me?
ick!
