Had a Bad Day
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on
Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day...
Not been an excellent day. I'm tired, I need a day off to ... I don't know, drink coffee, eat bonbons, read comic books and spend with Bruce Willis. *sigh* Not going to happen. I have to go back up to work tonight to finish some things minus other people in the bakery. Okay enough whining about that... well not really, but I'll add pictures now!! Woohoo!
Part of my Stress
My BORKED Gingerbread house. Fucking gingerbread house. I'm running out of time to work on this bitch and it's getting mutha fuckin' busy in the bakery. I finally got it assembled today - well hopefully, I actually left it right after I put the roof on. Earlier today, as you can see I fucking broke one of the pieces. Thankfully the icing stuff worked to glue it together. I had so much trouble assembling this shit. I got the house put together and then when I went to put the roof on the first time the walls came apart. Fuck. The icing didn't set in the 2 hours like it said it would. Damn. Hopefully when I go to work it won't be in shattered pieces on the floor.
At one point today... I had to do something to de-stress.
INAPPROPRIATE GINGERBREAD PEOPLE!!
Here is poor amputee gingerman. It's his own fault for having such tasty limbs!
Oh look! It's gingerwoman! See, the curtains do match the carpet. (But trust me, those boobs are FAKE!)
Oh my! Cookie porn! Gingerman and Gingerwoman having sexy time. Oh yeah!
I'm sure I could have been fired for making those. But... WHATEVER! I needed something to amuse myself. I wanted to bring them home so I could take them to Bruce Willis tomorrow but I just couldn't figure out how to get them out of the store without being busted... and not as in them getting broken, as in ME getting BUSTED with them. "Oh... um... what cookies? Oh my... Um.. no, they aren't mine, I swear! I was just holding them for a friend!"
Okay, I'm done whining. Enjoy the cookie porn... I know you are... I know it's making you all hot and soft, like a freshly baked cookie. Mmmmmm... that's making me... HUNGRY!