I ignored you and laughed at you,

gosh golly, I must have bored you. (oh do I abhor you)

So what happen my friend,

now lets not pretend.

You kicked my ass as I was praying,

scared my secretary, that’s all I am saying.

Ambulance called, what could she do?

Give me OJ and a cookie too.

I hate you dear friend, you drive me crazy.

Go out, get a job, stop being lazy.

We’re done, we’re through, I need a break.

Even if it just means eating some cake. 

I vent and complain and say woe is me,

why can’t I be Billy Corgin, one happy Corgi??

(So that was yesterday’s adventure. I am fine and good. Just annoyed and pissed more than anything else. I figured out what I did wrong. I changed my yogurt brands and bolused for 50 grams of carbs and not the 29 I actually ate for lunch. It caught up with me, due in part to a dead sensor and being in the new sensor started phase. Sigh. It’s my own darn fault. Lesson learned. Some days I just give up and roll my eyes. Plus look at Corgi pics in jealousy.)