Tell your boss you have period cramps and have to go home now.
It's a fucking ghost town in my office. I have done all my work.
I'm leaving.
Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to camping hell I go.
No time to say hello goodbye
Wait. Wait. Hold the fuck up. I fail mommy school. I'm mixing up my fucking kiddy songs.
Anyway, I'm off to pitch a tent. And eat smores. Schmorrrreeeeesss.
In 95 degree heat.
Such the fun weather to eat schmorrreeeeeeeeeeeees.
Stop searching on terms on my blog, por favor shizzlenor, ya lamers. I will never see any of you fucking New Yorkers again, so move the fuck on.
And then go eat 4 buckets of fried chicken and fart.
Or just go eat a dick.
Whichever you prefer, Mr. or Mrs. State Farm "IRC" searcher.
I wonder if your company likes you reading blogs on company time?
Posted by debutaunt at May 27, 2005 03:02 PMHey, whaddya know, the cramp excuse worked! Hope you're having a blast camping! Congrats to Zoe on graduating!
Posted by: Rachel at May 29, 2005 12:30 AM