I CAN HAS CREAM CHEESE? NO, I FUCKING CAN'T. THANKS FOR FUCKING NOTHING.
I was having a good night -- well, early morning. Finished my project, sent it in, and settled down on the couch for NCIS and tea, right? I decided to make myself a midnight snack involving cream cheese.
Except apparently my cream cheese was a casualty of Flatmate's fridge-cleaning?
My PERFECTLY FUCKING GOOD cream cheese.
And, BTW, I do remember specifically saying NO, I did NOT want her to go through my food.
FUCK EVERYTHING. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW, THANKS.
FUCK.
And I scared the kitties by slamming the cabinet door.
Except apparently my cream cheese was a casualty of Flatmate's fridge-cleaning?
My PERFECTLY FUCKING GOOD cream cheese.
And, BTW, I do remember specifically saying NO, I did NOT want her to go through my food.
FUCK EVERYTHING. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW, THANKS.
FUCK.
And I scared the kitties by slamming the cabinet door.