Well, it's Monday. And it hasn't started off all that special. But I knew it wouldn't, because when I woke up this morning my hair was looking all crazy from my restless attempt at sleep. So not only am I tired, I have crazy hair. Oh joy.
Mini-Complaints
Brought to you by: Jimmy Dean Mini-Sausage Biscuits
I'm hyped about my breakfast. I just told my homie yesterday that I didnt eat breakfast, and here comes my momma with the answer (yeah, I'm spoiled as hell. You wanna make somethin of it?) Anyways, she bought the amazing little sausage biscuits. I dont know if they're good, because I never had them before. But in honor of them, my complaints will be small (for now of course). But they must be good, because someone had already stolen two out of the box when I got up for work this morning. Man, cant a sista have anything???
1. My Crazy Hair.
2. Evil rude truck drivers who try to make a right turn from the center of the street right when I show up.
3. People who eat the lunch my momma bought for me before I can even get up out of the bed the next day.
4. Scratched CD's.
5. Nosy neighbors (If my filthy car bothers you that bad, then take YO ass outside and wash it yourself.)
6. Nosy Coworkers (see above).
7. Being hungry.
That is enough mini-complaints. The next list might be more extensive, but I am soooo happy about my little breakfast, I dont even want to complain about the rest. So hopefully this will be a better day than what it started off, upon the instant consumption of my sausage biscuits. (Man, why is "biscuits" spelled like that? I keep having to retype it a whole bunch of times. I hate stuff that is spelled with unnecessary letters. BLAH.)
Okay, I might be back later. Keep hope alive, and pray my biscuits taste good, LOL.