It really is. First, they tried to kill me via food poisoning with the soup. Now, they're trying to kill me via the extra vat of grease on my pizza. Why, Lister, WHY?! I seriously think I'm going to puke. And no, it's not because I'm pregnant!
In other news, Rabe and I got up excrutiatingly early to work out. I really couldn't figure out why once we got there, but we worked out nonetheless. My legs are going to kill tomorrow.
Went to Clare's after Econ to chillax with Clare, Rabe, and Willis. We had a field trip to Safeway, during which I accidentally violated Willis numerous times. Sorry Willis. I've decided that it must be natural because our arms are the perfect length for violating when we swing our arms. It's really kind of creepy.
But now I am home and suffering the ravages of my pizza. Urgh. I think I'm just going to go die now.
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gasp that's ominous sounding. (comment above, i mean...)
*hope shakes fist at lister for mare*
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