stupid lazy lung eater

i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. sometimes one just gets lazy like that. as if dressing up takes up all the energy in you. by the way, my hair is in its worst state. i don't think bad hair days can get any worse.
i made a choice. i chose not to swap workdays with a colleague. she wanted someone to work for her friday night and she would work for me saturday morning. in doing so, i would have had ample time to spend getting ready for dinner and a night out with the girls. and boy. and in doing so, i would also get to pig out on more break fast feast with the colleagues. but no. i chose to work saturday morning just so i could spend twelve hours in the same room as him. that's so stupid.
in other news, i ate deep fried cow's lung yesterday. it tasted suspiciously like burnt foundation applicator. maybe spongebob would taste like that if he got all dried up in the sun.
people at work have been asking the same damn question: who do you dislike most in this department? like i'm going to crack and give out names and morbid details of what i wish to do to certain people. please. however, i would have liked to ask him what sort of gossips have been going around about me. maybe i will. would make a nice conversation piece. i'm so pathetic.