I need sleep.

...because I just misspelled need, while attempting to title this bitch. I don't neep sleep. Whatever that means. And apparently I have readers that are rather needy...get over it.

"It's Raining Men" was pretty much our anthem at work today. Didn't really have a reason. It was just funny when I busted out into song when we were babbling on about one of our very gay managers. I laughed, went back to work, and didn't think about it again until out of no where, someone's holding this singing cat with an umbrella singing "It's Raining Men" up to my ear. After I recovered from my near death experience and my heart stopped racing, I began to laugh. Not just any laugh, but one of those deep throaty laughs that causes every else to laugh, just because someone else is laughing. It was rather an odd moment, but I still find it hilarious. Lulz for Britany. (Yep that's ya spell it.)

So apparently I was talking in my sleep the other day. I do this rather often, so I'm told. Oh is this is hilarious. Apparently I was talking about some lesbian fantasy I was having. This makes for an awkward conversation with my mother. I'm like, well what did I say? And she's like well I got out of the room pretty quickly. AHAHAHA. I just think it's funny as hell. She's probably making it all up, just to try and embarrass me. But alas, I survived. The random shit I spew while in the depths of dreamland...

You know what? I hate assholes. That is all.

Later.