"Eat, you're thin," said the bloke, or something like that.

"Whaaaaaaaaaa?" said I in utmost befuddlement.

I LOL'd

That's a first.
*shrugs*

Prior to that, I had a douchebaggery kind of Thursday evening. Catchwords for that night were 'Irate and Morose'... At one point Meers pointed out that 1. You could see the frost come out of my mouth while I talk, I don't remember being that biting. And 2. "For a split second there you had the glint of bloody murder in your eyes," Paraphrased of course, and for the record, I did want to beat the shit out of something, anything! Even a pillow. Pillow be damned.

After a few minutes of smokes and chats I was alright though, prior to that you were in the presence of the Third Reich incarnate.

And now I'm hungry.
Would like bed, cookies, cuddles and sleep in that order. But nooooooooo... Bedblocked by office work.

One factor contributing to the iratenessness... Have I mentioned how us siblings take turns kena baham by the mother? Yes, tis the season my brother is taking the brunt of the crap but he's off for camp so I'm getting the load of shit. Little brother, come back soon so I can stop being pestered?

Definitely moving out after Melby.

OMFG Damn You Auto Correct!