You know me, I just hate to complain about things.
But dammit, it’s getting cold.
You know me, I just hate to complain about things.
But dammit, it’s getting cold.
Dontcha hate it when you enter a building, and the person in the elevator who just saw you come in doesn’t do anything to stop the elevator doors from closing?
Scoping out hot guy at lowe’s. Then his equally hot boyfriend showed up. So much for my hot/schlub fantasy.
RT @wilw: Has Theological Seismologist Pat Robertson predicted earthquakes in New York, yet? (Seriously: good job, New York. Way to go!)