43 degrees.
Where the hell are my sweaters.
These can't be my pants. Who the hell switched my pants with some anorexic biotch's pants.
Do I own anything other than sandals? I know I did last year. Where the hell are my closed toe shoes?
8:55. I'm supposed to be at work at 9:00.
I would have been on time if "somebody" had some decent clothes to wear.
I guess I could wear one of my long skirts. But that requires boots. Is it cold enough for boots?I need to go shopping. I hate shopping.
That's it. I'm calling in sick.
No I'm not. I'll wear jeans. No, I can't breath in those jeans. I wonder how they'd feel if I showed up in sweatpants.
!#%^^*+! sFreakin Monday.
Such are the Monday morning thoughts of a woman who needs to lose 10 lbs
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