Then I just sort of sunk to the floor of my kitchen in front of said refrigerator, drank mello yello and pouted.
This is the saddest face I could make for the picture. When you are as depressed as I am, it takes too much effort to acutally LOOK sad.
I'll probably stay in this sulky, ill-tempered, scowling stage for the next three days or so. If anyone would like to help me feel better...
Kill J.J. Redick.
posted by Bosephus Jamiroquai @ 1:00 AM
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