Saturday, February 7, 2009

Shitstorm

Today was a complete shitstorm. There was literally a storm made of shit at work today. A hurricane of crap. A tornado of poo with a chance of scattered pee showers. People get angry when they don't have places to put their feces. If today had a face, that face would have a dirty sanchez. I'm going to bed. See you at poo 'o' clock. (I hate myself so much for that. I cry your pardon, world.)

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  1. Dearest my hunny,

    I am so sorry that you had a poo-filled day...

    I want you to know that everybody here is very excited for you to come! (I have been telling everyone that you are visiting.) We are all going to make big plans for your trip out, so you'd better be happy 'cause it's gonna be a BLAST FROM THE FUTURE-AST!

    In other news, I AM SO HAPPY THAT WE GET TO SEE IRON & WINE!!!! GAHHHHHH! I am so happy. I was beside myself when I heard the news, and just reflecting on it makes me convulse in delight!

    What else...there was something else...

    I can't remember.

    Love you a lot, buns!!

    Sending the biggest hugest lumpiest of hugs,

    lady.

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  2. Poo days are not good days.

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