Babies on the Brain

just call me mr. crankypants.

damn paperwork in the military. Mine is gathering dust on someones desk, so if I want to be able to attend class, I'll have to fork over the 5k out of pocket. Not gonna happen.

Now the friend who wanted to meet me for lunch and bookstore just called....its almost 4 here. She threw a little tantrum when I said Id rather wait for dinnertime to go eat (esp since I've been waiting on her ass for FIVE HOURS). hmph. And we're out of alcohol. Boo!

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