Dear Gods of Allergies:
Love and kisses,
Dear Lords of Finance,
I am most sincerely sorry that I did something to piss you off. I would make the appropriate sacrifices and light the right candles if I could only figure out what they are. Let’s face O Mighty Ones, You haven’t been exactly forthcoming on the whole subject. I found out what caused yesterday’s foo – and while yes, it is legit – it IS NOT fixable by mere mortals like me.
Now, I don’t want to anger you further by calling you a bunch of lice-ridden twats, but you do realize that your behavior has been cuntish in the extreme? Unfortunately, you seem to have taken me as your favorite masturbatory device. Or game.
Every time I think I’ve got a handle on things, that I’m going to get my feet back under me – along comes a new bit of fuckery to yank the rug out from under me. I will get back on track and get this taken care of but in the meantime? Yeah, no love.
* – Die In A Fire After Being Dipped In Acid.
De pepples on de road are stooooooooooopid. Dey are de liddle bah-bah-baaaahs.
Dropped off Girliekins for her first day of school. From start to finish, the round trip took me almost 2 hours. It wouldn’t have been that long but every mother’s son and daughter had apparently forgotten how to drive. Not that they had much of a leap to that state here in Flake-Central.*
At any rate, got her to school and dropped off. She looked tres adorable in her little red & plaid dress. If ever I figure out how to post camera phone pics here, I will do so.
*- we gots two main kinds of drivers here in Austin:
Self-important, Suburban-driving, soccer moms with their cell phones rammed to their ears with one hand and a mascara wand in the other. “Steer? That’s what your knees are for, Officer!”
Tripped out, heavy patchouli oil-wearing so their co-workers at the organic co-op won’t smell the sweat & ganja on them, cosmically linked hippies. “Duuuuuuude, I know like the light was red but like the universal vibe told me to go ahead & turn left against traffic.”