^ Yes, and midnight jaunts to Tesco are actually one of my favourite things to do. It's quiet, the aisles are empty, I get to play with the trollies and have a one man drag race to the cosmetics section.
And if you say 'sweetest high' three times while looking at your reflection in the frozen food doors at 3 o'clock in the morning, the spirit of Nadine will appear and gift you with the 'Insatiable' CD single.
Everyday I fantasize about punching my coworker in the throat and today it damn near happened. How can one human ask so many stupid questions? They are limitless and neverending. A constant barrage of foolishness. I'm about to snap y'all. I seriously should be entitled to half of this woman's salary. I am her brain. I think for her, I do her work, I make decisions for her. She constantly fucks shit up and can never seem to remember protocol. I would love to go to my boss and complain about this complete and utter nincompoop but guess what? They're bestfriends outside of work. Fuck me.
Food shopping is a fucking awful headache. I wish Amazon distributed food with its one-day delivery service, I hate making trips to the supermarket. Clothes shopping, on the other hand, is fantastic.
I looooooove food shopping. I've just gotta make sure I'm not hungry beforehand or I'll impulse buy food.
I've got to time it right, because if I go just after eating nothing will appeal to me. Get me at the right point in the day and I'll buy ingredients for most of the week plus snacks.
I hate food shopping, because I want to eat everything in sight - and can't! Plus I've got mad crushes on a couple of workers up the local Tesco.
If I go food shopping personally and I go alone, this is my worst habit ever. You end up with so much shit.
I'm so annoyed. It was arranged that a singer friend of mine would be performing at a charity event I'm involved with, and now all of a sudden the other people involved are fawning over some band and saying they can have the slot, and even agreeing to pay their rather substantial travel expenses. There's room for more than one act on the night, but everyone is acting like no other performers were arranged and it doesn't seem to be an option anymore. I need to say something but I don't know what.
I loathe packing, I always end up packing way too much and using about 1/3 of my suitcase in the end but I can't help but over-fill it to the brim "just in case." #firstworldproblems
This has been a running joke with my friends for years. I always overpack. Extremely. Everytime we go on vacation I'm nervous as hell when they weigh my suitcase.
I have about four people that I consider "best friends" and I don't think we've ever all been together at the same time.
