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My tummy hurts.
GODDAMIT MONDAY, YOU LITTLE BITCH!
Just heard the news on the radio on my way home. VERY UPSET BECAUSE:
a.) I was just saving up to buy a subscription for myself as a birthday present, and
b.) That magazine is a fucking INSTITUTION and the fucking VOGUE of food magazines. WTF?!
3.) I WANTED TO WORK THERE SOMEDAY, DAMMIT.
If I could go back in time I'd club Rachael Ray like a goddamn baby seal and run fucking Guy Fieri over with the Nissan if it would mean saving this magazine. DAMMIT.DAMMIT. DAMMIT.
I have to go and eat a pint of Ben&Jerry's now, will you excuse me?
Just heard the news on the radio on my way home. VERY UPSET BECAUSE:
a.) I was just saving up to buy a subscription for myself as a birthday present, and
b.) That magazine is a fucking INSTITUTION and the fucking VOGUE of food magazines. WTF?!
3.) I WANTED TO WORK THERE SOMEDAY, DAMMIT.
If I could go back in time I'd club Rachael Ray like a goddamn baby seal and run fucking Guy Fieri over with the Nissan if it would mean saving this magazine. DAMMIT.DAMMIT. DAMMIT.
I have to go and eat a pint of Ben&Jerry's now, will you excuse me?
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Next thing you know, it will be The New Yorker. *sigh*
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I had a subscription to the New Yorker when I was in college. Loved that mag, still do.
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