Builders have a genetic defect that disables them from realising how fucking LOUD they really are. I'm getting over this at the moment.
I made stir fried veggies and buckwheat noodles in a nice Thai green curry sauce, washed the dishes, scrubbed the pots, scoured the sink, cleaned the counters and mopped the floor. Now I'm enjoying a mentholated cigarette. Get over it.
I didn't sleep a wink last night. Not one wink. I couldn't sleep, I'm pre-menstrual, stressed out about work, I cried for like 3 minutes in the night about the lack of money to travel this summer, got up and showered, went to work and made dinner. I want ice cream. The sinful cones they make on cold marble slabs with gooey marshmellow sauce and hot fudge with strawberries. I got my final marks all today. I really have to get the fuck over it. Anyone for ice cream? I'll drive.
Make all the honest living you want. Just not by screaming at your mates about what you are gonna eat, at 6am outside my room door.
What sort of cunts wake up at 6am and then start playing guitar really badly. I'm tired, cold, wet, cranky and have completely lost the ability to be reasonable. Get over it!
Good point. China is spending how much money on defence these days? And they can't reach a remote village after an earthquake in their own country.
i probably could if i tried, lode...alright, i'm full of shit. and i'm totally over my god complex for the moment. keep that broom handle ready for the next time i'm stuck to the ceiling.
I'm over feeling ill. I'm over having boring music on my mp3. I'm over never having any romance. and I'm definately over not being as straight forward as I was before.
I totally went to that marble slab ice cream place. I had white chocolate ice cream mixed with peanut butter ice cream with sinful strawberry chunks and marshmellows in a crispy waffled fried cone. I also picked up the mail and got accepted into a school. I am sooo over it. *snaps fingers like a white diva*