High-Fiber Diet of Fuck and Run-On Sentences

[create_destiny]

So I pull into the parking lot at work this morning looking fabulous because I just got a haircut and highlights and I park my car and I'm walking through the parking lot holding my head a little higher than I normally do and I'm almost at the entrance (as are a couple of snobby co-workers who can NEVER condescend to look at me, let alone speak to me because what they do is SO much more important than what I do or some shit like that) when I trip on my shoe and lurch into one of those awkward gravity slam-dances where you are running and falling at the same time and I finally catch myself after like FIVE HOURS but not before spilling the entire contents of my purse including a bunch of loose tampons and a box of over-the-counter gas-relief medicine that has a big-ass label that screams "I'M A LOSER BECAUSE I FART A LOT." And these classy jackasses I work with walk right over my rolling tampons and don't say a damn word to me.

Comments

[stephanietberry.livejournal.com]

I think it's time to make some voo doo dolls of those bitches. Keep them in your office drawer with little chains around their necks. DEFINITELY do not put them in your purse.

[createdestiny.livejournal.com]

Voo-doo dolls made from tampons!