Oh...and I forgot to add...when we were at the HOB...Henry walked in and he had a beer belly and everything cuz he stopped exercising once he started working. So I pat his stomach and said..."Hello Tubby." And he got hella pissed and he's all..."For every time you go to the gym, I will match your trip." What he said totally didn't make any sense...but I understood that he meant that however many times I go to the gym, he'll go the same amount. But I told him that he can't do that cuz I've only been to the gym 3 times.
That's all...
This afternoon we had a company potluck...and omg...I'm so freakin full that I wanna explode. The logistics lady brought tamales...and she said that it wasn't spicy...but when I ate it...it was SOOOOO spicy. I was tearing and sweating and my nose was starting to itch. HAI~!
b*tched by Devilish Angel @ 2:08 PM
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