Damn and Blast

... and bugger all to hell.

It was one of those days where I wish I had

F-You Money.

Enough F-You Money to where I didn't have to go to work every day.

Or ever again for that matter.

I usually deal with the feelings and emotions of a day like

today by stopping off at a burger joint to nom-nom

and numb my emotions with a greasy burger and fries.

Instead, on my way home, I stopped by Loblaws

and picked up a nice ready made salad and

some cut melon.

I don't drink, I don't smoke any more and

I can't eat rubbish.

What is a girl to do when she feels like telling the

world to bugger off?
I need a new vice.

This girl laid down on her bed, grabbed Crockett

to rub his belly and escaped reality

for a few hours by watching a movie.

Breathe

Tomorrow is another day.