How can I possibly share coffee and breakfast with this swollen body and belly? I certainly do not feel like going out to eat. I don’t feel like eating at all. I don’t have an appetite. So, my breakfast is another tall glass of cold water only. My belly cannot deal with anything else except perhaps a small glass of fresh squeezed orange juice that would be nice.
New York, we have officially broken up. I will not allow myself to be treated in this way. You have no right to treat me as a science experiment, guinea pig, dog, cat, animal, or anything other than a most intelligent woman. You make me ashamed of the female sex.
I am so ashamed, upset, and hurt that you have allowed the wonderful and amazing things I see in people, perverted it, turned it into a contest and game, thus turning intelligent and lovely people into bad characters that I have to vote against. It is a crime against human kind and humanity that I will NOT stop complaining, arguing, defending, and YELLING about!!!!!!
I will not stop saying this – Fire the baby boss! Fire Green! Fire Swagtron! They are all a violation of OSHA! It is unacceptable behavior and policy.
David Wolfe – Buckle up, Buttercup. Your shit-storm is about to start.
You will have to wait as I do not feel well, so I am going back to bed. Pulling the covers over my head, and passing out.