I won't even get into what all happened this weekend to get me in a pissy mood, but I just walked in my room with a bowl of spaghetti. Some leftovers....some real good stuff.
I walk into my room and step on a thumbtack and the bowl drops. So, now I sit here waiting for the carpet cleaner to soak in and while my comforter is spinnin in the washing machine. I look over at my spaghetti sauce painted wall, and Rat Pack poster, and curtains, and shirt, and carpet, and spare computer case, and shoes, and wonder why I had to come in here and eat.
/me kicks himself in the ass
I walk into my room and step on a thumbtack and the bowl drops. So, now I sit here waiting for the carpet cleaner to soak in and while my comforter is spinnin in the washing machine. I look over at my spaghetti sauce painted wall, and Rat Pack poster, and curtains, and shirt, and carpet, and spare computer case, and shoes, and wonder why I had to come in here and eat.
/me kicks himself in the ass
