Ugh.

It's just one of those days. You know. That a girl goes through. When I'm angry insiiiiiiiide (channeling my inner Monica here, obviously.)

Sadly, I do, however, wanna take it out on you.

I have a story about one of my coworkers. It involves a teddy bear, role playing and some awkward engagement photographs. Every time I start to write about it, I get so angry at this coworker, I want to punch something. Why? I don't know.

Do you think she'd let me borrow the bear? I have a certain role it can fulfill today.