This morning, I sat down at my desk and rummaged through my purse for a good three, increasingly-frantic minutes, looking for my teacher keys. I took everything out, then put it all back again, and nada. I plunked it down in frustration and heard a jangle. I lokoed down, and the keys were already around my neck.
Seriously. Losing it.
I am also tired and have a distinct throat tickle. Bad news.
Question: why does everyone in television and movies still have fucking answering machines? Do those even exist anymore? Welcome to 1999 already, sheesh.
In other news: Monday nights on Fox are turning out to be hottie central: Jason Bateman, Bradley Cooper, and Wentworth Miller. Mefuckingow.
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