Maybe she’s born with it… maybe it’s meowbelline. She’s definitely out of patience.
a photo shoot? no-one told ME about any photo shoot. are you sure you cleared this with my agent?
no, no, leave me… I want to be alone!
she’s still here. ugh. will this peasant EVER go back to work!? i’ll just ignore her… maybe she’ll go away.
Monday. You’re back. I thought we talked about this.
Overall, not a badly spent Saturday.
Tomorrow’s Monday – or rather, today is Monday (ugh). I’m not happy, let me tell you. I’m ready to ditch this whole being a responsible adult gig. I just need the winning lottery numbers and I’m set. Oh, and I guess actually buying a ticket would help too.
What do you mean it’s only Wednesday!??
when Shaylee’s not happy, ain’t nobody happy
Shaylee has a lot to say about tomorrow being Monday. Same, Shaylee… same.
I cannot tell you the absolute disappointment I faced after this purchase. This is not fully functioning. It’s not even partially functioning. No Doctor. No time travel. Definitely not bigger on the inside. False advertising if you ask me. I’ll have you know that I sent it back post-haste with a very, very sternly worded letter. I mean, what the hell, people!? I don’t care if it was on sale. Is there no truth in advertising any more?
