I have the flu. No more sick days.
I made an incorrect deposit. My account is almost overdrawn.
I forgot to call my boy-thing. He's ignoring my texts.
My neighbor's music is so loud and on so long I missed the exterminator because I thought it was her. GIANT cockroach in the kitchen. It was dead, thank Obama.
My favorite jeans split up the crack. No more beer.
I'm 1400 miles short of a plane ticket home for the holiDAZE. Skype Grandma?
A new one of THESE just makes it all better. I love you, Bobbi Brown.
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