Me: Awww she fell asleep studying! We should tuck her in.
Cathode: Shouldn't we wake her up?
Me: She won't wake up until you say her name. WAKE UP WAKE UP! See?
Cathode: Wooow. Waffies, we could, like, do anything we wanted to her.
Me: We should put her books on the floor and move her so she's at least lying down on her bed in the right direction.
Cathode: We should stick a pretzel up her nose.
Me: Maybe we--wait what?
Cathode: Here comes the pretzel up your noooose!
Me: Wow, you've obviously been studying too hard today and your mind is now blown. PREETHI. Wake up.
Sarah: You're, of course, invited to come to my awesome party tomorrow night.
Me: I can't. I have to catch up on some paperwork.
Sarah: PAPERWORK? What are you, like 30?
Me: I KNOW SHUT UP.
Dear Old Cafe Job,
Have I told you how much I hate you? You've basically made my life five times harder, and even though I have left you forever, I'm still paying the price for your retardedness. I hate you, I hope you die in a fire.
Seriously, if i didn't have that STUPID CREDIT CARD BILL, I'd be all over some AatP and that BABY skirt Kate's all about. BUT ALAS. I must pick and choose me battles and it fills me with distress.
I'm still buying those boots, but I might have to pass on the dress. Because that skirt...is calling to me...