today i slipped on some ice at work.
then i had to pick like (seriously) five tons of shit at work and drag it all over that fucking warehouse.
now, i am positive i have fucked up my back quite a bit.
i wish chuwie lived here so we could both lie on the floor and drink beers together. that is all i want to do in this moment.
question one: since when is "so, how many kids do you have?" an appropriate conversation-starting topic with someone you've only exchanged names with (and who isn't wearing a wedding ring)?
question two: is there an age/weight limit to thongs?
i had a hot date tonight.
i'm an idiot.