If you go to the Post Office I'm sure they'll give you some food-stamps just looking at your..situation.

What a horrible feeling; my family did that to me with an entire box of Krispy Kremes a while back. (They're super rare here since we don't have the actual stores anymore).

The whole box? That's just cruel. For mine it was the kid and I guess he thought it was ok since it was in a lunch type of brown paper bag in the bottom of the refrigerator. He laughed in my face when I asked, and it was obvious I wasn't joking with how upset I was. This is what made me mad. Now he's my enemy. I just got a oversized playpin for the back yard to boot, now he'll never use it.

Backhands first, questions later

Family house rule is if you don't want someone to eat it, write "Do Not Eat" on there.

They did not heed my request.

I'm used to it being just me or another person and that other person would know if I'm saving something for myself. Guests would have no business in my stuff without asking. Now I know, and know not to add people to my house. Just adds to chaos.

A whole stinking box of crispy creams? I'd sue!

I get no respect, no respect at all.

Ooo, your kisses (oo)
Sweeter than honey (oo)
And guess what? (oo)
So is my money (oo)
All I want you to do (oo) for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB

Plois

Coolest mule in FFXI ever.

I caused 3 baby birds to die today. The parent birds took them out of the nest and laid the dead chicks outside my door. Feeling pretty guilty, then I saw the same two birds trying to start a new batch while on a wire but they weren't going to get back in my roof again. Seeing them no broken up about the deaths made it seem like no big deal, so I can't really be sad. Also it look like the female is new, same male.

What happened is they found a hole in the metal roof where an expansion was built onto my house and it was perfect for them. When they left I sealed it up and watched as they picked apart my attempts of keeping them out. 5 tries later 2 cloth gloves, cardboard, then ducttape did the trick. The chicks were too deep in for me to get them out so I figured they had to die. That night I though that I should have let them do this last batch of chicks and board it up in the fall when they move out. The next day there were no chicks sounds and it seem they were already dead.

Blood stained hands.

That'll teach them to trespass.

I once killed 3 baby ducks with one rock. They were really far away, and I didn't think I would hit any of them, but 3 of them went down.

Your superpowers found, accuracy like that guy in Daredevil.

Two birds with one stone is for pussies, three is the new benchmark.

It's awesome when people give other people your number just because these people just asked for it...

Next phone I get, no one will know my number. Only emergency people, aka work/hospital/FBI/The President's Wife.

/

guessing it wasn't a hot/horny chick that surprise called you

I hate the fact work has my cell. I don't want to be bothered with work when I'm not actually working.

So far it's only been texts and I have to play a game of guess who I am. All I know is the that it's in Mississippi too, I'm good at ignoring texts. I need to learn how to block numbers, I'm still a phone noob, hate having a text notification sound plus a shaking phone in the worst possible time.

I hate getting last minute stuff dumped on me where I'm the person's last hope and having to sacrifice quality/accuracy with speed. Usually when I'm finish I don't care anything extra, I just want to go home. Who have contests on cancer programs anyway?

I had a 20-25 page paper due tomorrow. It's 28 pages ;[

Teacher's pet!