Me Wants It (aka “Where Are My Elven Bitches?”)

Me WANTS some. Hot chocolate, that is. I have a craving. A gnawing, hollow craving deep in the pit of my belly for some luscious, creamy hot chocolate. *drools* Please, please won’t somebody take pity on my need and send me a hot chocolate via some sort of crazy beverage delivery service. I need to […]

Morning Diatribe

It’s eight oh five I don’t want to be alive This job and I don’t jive It’s like working in a hive How long can I survive?