Honey, what is this? what’s happening? what’s going on here?
I can’t.
Попугай и котята (by Gusev26)
Budgie dicing with death.
PUBLASH NAU! Not 4 queuing!
Spoiler alert: this is not a snuff film. (;`∀`)=3
gpoy: whenever I jog 5+ miles
Keep Calm, and drink good beer.
Also, I got a totally awesome idea as I started to mis-type a tag for this post: LOL COATS :D
gpoy - just about every day.
I get up, jog and go to the gym, have a ::nice::hot::shower::, and then spend the next 8 hours of my life in the most life force draining cubeville in the world.
I (mostly) like (most of) the people I work with (mostly), and I like what I do, but they keep it so fudging cold in here and the dry air gives me headaches. By the end of the day my eye balls feel like chalk rolling around in cotton lined sockets. I have poor circulation and ever since I lost weight it has only exacerbated my cold-hands-and-feet-of-glacial-vampiric-death syndrome.
It has gotten to the point I pretty much have to take two breaks plus a lunch just to get out of the building and warm my hands. At least now we have a balcony… on the opposite side of the building. I might as well go outside for real.
This place is suffocating my body.
And it doesn’t help that I’m on a big frozen-yogurt kick now and that is pretty much a snack I want everyday. And my boyfriend has gotten me into cold (sometimes even san-latte *gasp*) coffee. But yeah, those are my own fault.
( TTT ___ TTT )
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