But sometimes, I feel really bad about it.
On Friday, I was in super bitch mode. I wasn't talking to hardly anybody. I was snapping at people. Hell, I was even flat out ignoring folks. One poor soul tried talking to me and I ignored her every word. She balled up a piece of paper and threw it on my desk at like 9am that morning. I ignored it until about 6pm when I was about to leave work.
When I unraveled it, my heart sank.
So I taped it to the side of my printer and uploaded it to facebook and twitter.
I really do feel bad.
A bitch needs therapy. lol