I feel just like my rental car windshield. I'm doing my job as best I can, but when you keep throwing things at me they will eventually start breaking me down. You throw enough things and the cracks can't support things anymore and things will give way; leaving me covered in tiny little shards some that I can see and some that I can't. As far as yesterday's fiasco with the road debris...I'm fine. Work...day to day.
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I love you & u need to move the part where you say you are fine to the top of the article.
give me a goddamned heart attack - i'm here w/ drinks & hugs when u get home.
Yes, I agree...you should put the good stuff at the top!
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