No OJ for me.

The snowstorm came through the kitchen window and killed my little orange tree.

Here I am with so much work in front of me if I were 3 people I still wouldn't know how to wade through it all. Laugh at me for posting instead of keeping at it. I've been chugging along for hours and making small bits of headway. Did I mention I'm rife with the flu? I'll spare you the details.
The divas are at it again, biting the hands that feed them. Biting the nipples that nourish them. I renounce the divas! Whatever the divas whine & cry & whimper about, let them! Whine divas! Cry divas! Whimper divas! It's gross when the divas are grown up hetero men who pretend they're all strong and in charge and know everything. There's just something so.... pathetic about it.. For some reason, they just can't get through anything without blaming everybody else. These divas just can't let anything happen without being all victim about everything. It's gross. It makes me want to slap them silly. (The pointing out of the hetero part is so certain man diva best friends wouldn't think I meant them, cause I don't)