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Aug. 15th, 2002 07:49 amI got in to work today at seven. As I pulled in, the cute boy was pulling in the spot opposite me. He walked behind me to the door. As I opened it, my mind (which is STUPID) thought that keeping level the cd ('s nutz) that I was carrying was more important than carrying my tea level, and I dumped a nice healthy splash on my pants (thank goodness they're black), and he noticed and said something.
MY LIFE IS A SITCOM.
MY LIFE IS A SITCOM.