Story Time

Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn't give a fuck. She didn't give any fucks at all. Not even a flying fuck. One day this dude was talking to her and she was looking at him, nodding her head, and it definitely looked as if she was interested in what the dude was saying. But, she was actually thinking about pizza probably. She didn't hear a damn word that dude said. Another time, the girl's mother was speaking to her and she was nodding her head and agreeing, but really she was thinking about kittens probably. But that was every time her mother talked; she talked a lot and often. The girl was always thinking about other things when people talked to her. Pizza, kittens, unicorns, shoes, etc.
The moral of the story? I probably don't care what you're talking about.

Break Time.

Not really an actual work certified "break" but my mind can't focus on anything and basically my brain is shut off. You betta believe dis betch is gonna take a nap at 5:15 when I get home from work. So anyways, I definitely had an actual point to this post but I got distracted and forgot, now here I am rambling on about absolutely nothing important whatsoever.. Sorry to anyone who is reading this right now. I know, you were probably expecting something glorious, hilarious, exquisite, beautifully written, or flat out fucking radical. But you get this sloppy piece of junk instead. Btw, did I mention I was sorry, but not sorry? Ha! Jokes on you sucka. I honestly don't even know what I'm saying anymore at this point. Can it be 5 yet? Cuz my eyeballs are about to fall out of my skull.
Ok. I just had a very saddening realization.. I don't have anything to eat for lunch today :( and I'm a PMS-ing psycho right now, meaning that I basically want to eat edible thing in sight. Wahh :( Someone bring me a 72oz steak (rare/med rare), 1 gallon of mashed potatoes, 2 lbs of green beans, 3 cherry pies, a block of colby jack cheese, 2 large pepperoni pizzas, 6 pints of strawberry ice cream, one hard boiled egg, 10 bean and cheese tacos, a case of beer, and maybe a glass of water to help wash everything down. Yes, I am that hungry right now. It fees like my stomach is eating itself. I hear that damn dying sea lion again, only this time he's also a hungry dying seal. Like, wtf tumtum? Like, wtf, uterus? Like, wtf? Being a girl is the worst. I'm hungry, and cranky, and sad, and happy, and ragey, borderline murderous, and I also wanna sleep for 8 million hours straight. What in the actual fuck? Is this normal? Sadly, yes it is. FUCK.
Well I'm gonna go wallow in self-pity/starve/work/sleep with my eyes open/contemplate playing in traffic now. *le yawn*