”I’m off from work tomorrow, and so is my best friend! So we’re going to have a hang out sesh! Woooooooohooo. I mean..yeah it’s not like we don’t do that on a daily basis but lately she’s been having to wake up at 5 am for her stupid piece of shit job and so she would like pass out in a ball at 10 pm and I’m like really? I honestly LOVE my best friend more than I love…food. Now you KNOW that’s a lot of love. I would cut my big toe off and feed it to her if she was starving. Anyways. I just thought I would post about my utter sense of joy at the moment. “
Yup, that’s my homegirl, MJ aka Shabs. Oy, my job doesn’t suck that much! I’m actually starting to like it! I’m so glad, ok GLAD- don’t want to get assassinated, for not going into the Air Force for the sheer (why sheer? IDK) fact that I wouldn’t be able to go to work and come home and sleep and then go mountain biking then eat food and be on this ginormous amazing computer that is SUPERIORLY mother effing blinding me, its so effing bright and then blogging and then hanging wif my homies.
But just so you know, MJ wouldn’t cut off her big toe and feed it to me if I was starving—she’d cut it off and sew it onto my big toe to try and make me taller. Cheers!
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this is like my third attempt at leaving a comment…the other two were wittier and funnier…this one, i’m just angered by your wordpress.
arg.