Looking forward to the long weekend. But what would a Friday be without getting in some effs. Yeah, get it in there. Take your time. Don’t rush. Is it ready? Oh…
Eff how long this week was. This happens every time there’s a long weekend. It’s like everything that could go wrong or drag out the day occurs, and leaves you longing for Friday afternoon.
Eff the inefficient court system. I had to wait 5+ hours to be told I have to go to a 45 minute class on quality of life in NYC. The f*ck kinda f*ck sh*t is that? Is this where my tax dollars go?
Eff these chicks at the gym that moan during spin class and while they’re stretching afterward. I can’t focus with you sounding like you’re very close to having an orgasm. Stop.That.Now. Wait, do it one more time? Thatta girl.
Eff all the temptation this weekend. When in doubt, I’ma just put it on my plate.
Eff this body fat and BMI reader at the gym. I’ve definitely lost 5 lbs and it’s still telling me I’m obese.
Eff people that wear spandex tops and have large stomachs. At least suck it in while you’re walking around.
Eff the fact I leave for LA in less than a week and I haven’t figured out what clothes I’m bringing. **Sigh**
I got mine so you get yours,