Isn't it bizarre that today I had to spend the entire duration of my day with my fellow managers and boss and yet I haven't a single rope burn 'round my neck from the valid attempts to hang myself? Perhaps its all the vasoline I have applied to the surface so that I could have an open casket? Ok JOKE! So naturally this day went as well as an 80 year old man on the loo sans his morning prune juice and bran muffin. I feel like shit. Natalie Dee hook me up!
I really need a new vocation. The economy is a bust.
