Monday, 30 July 2007

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Just Let It Go

At 5ft 8 and a bit i'm a short ass but sometimes I feel like my arse is at nature's perfect height for kicking. Some mornings aren't worth getting up out of bed because no matter what you do everything turns to crap.

11 comments:

Just a Girl said...

Well everything is built for those about 5"8' ish.

Those are the mornings I have to stay silent or someone might learn about my evil side.

Scotsman said...

Ooh evil side, why keep the interesting a secret?

Just a Girl said...

Generally mornings are spent with co workers and I try to keep everything a secret from them.

I tend to keep the evil in my head or for when I am in the car on my own. Evil in a girl gets called bitchy and that's just wrong!

Scotsman said...

You're right it is wrong, they only call that because they are just jealous and secretly want to be just as evil but give in to the dark side in their own ways.
You Canadians are just too sensitive to other people's feelings. Evil thoughts only you can hear are wasted.

Just a Girl said...

We just want to be liked.

"Like me! Like Me! Like Me!"

Plus if we are evil outside of the country people think we are 'Merican.

*looks around furtively*

Scotsman said...

Surely you can only be mistaken for 'Merican if you can say 'cunt' with a southern drawl. If you can't manage more southern than the Canadian border its just not going to work and those men in uniform will bring out the handcuffs.

Just a Girl said...

Dang it! I'm a screwed the-en.

Handcuffs you say?

Scotsman said...

Now on your next visit to Seattle you are going to fail deliberately, secretly you liked the bad cop routine. I should have known.

Just a Girl said...

Wide eyed and innocent here.

Scotsman said...

Yeah right, next you will telling me you don't like to travel.

Just a Girl said...

Hate it.
Terrible thing.
Just want my own bed.