I got a mother-effing parking ticket. My wheel was like ONE inch into the yellow. Piss poor. I've got money falling out of my butt, too, so this was perfect.
I can't think of anything to eat, so screw it, I won't eat at all.
I used to love the holidays, now I'm just sad.
Aren't you glad you read my blog tonight? I'm sure I made you feel all warm inside.
F. That sucks. Did I ever tell you that after Fucktard and I enjoyed divorce court that I came out to find a parking ticket on my car and I burst into tears. Then I drove to the liquor store. Then a few years later I married the guy that writes those parking tickets. hehe.
ReplyDeleteOMG, no you never told me! That was a very sad story until I got to the end, then I burst out laughing. :-) Can Mateo get me out of tickets???? haha.
ReplyDeletetickets are gay! sorry girlie! but a week from saturday me and juice will help you get in the holiday spirit.... :-)
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