Typically I'm fairly happy go lucky...but today I'm snarky. You wouldn't want to get in my way, in fact--even if you're weren't in my way today--I'd still glare at you;and that glare would make you spontaneously combust. I'm so busy and feeling stressed. My skin is just a tad to small and every room I go into is a tad too hot. My sweater has figured out a way to make my skin itch with every move I make...snarky I tell you!

I realize that everyone says that that they are busy but I truly am so completely buried under papers and work it's absolutely rediculous. As it is, I can never see the calendar blotter that graces the top of my desk. Whatever, events/dates or meetings that I have--I just keep it memorized in my head. Why I purchased the fine pink calendar at Staples for $14.99, I'll never know. Now my "organized piles and heaps" have found their way home with me. For weeks, I've dodged them--sighing with relief when only one stack inhabited my home at night, but now I look around and it looks like I smuggled every piece of paper that has a little bit of writing on it! I should tackle them (I did kill off a small pile and I maimed a larger one), but I choose to watch Veronica Mars instead--
So say it loud!
(You though I was going to say, "I'm black and I'm proud," huh? Nope...)
Say...
Stop yer whining Melina!