Saturday, February 13, 2016
Old people and their barky fucking dogs walking by my windows at 0600 are everything wrong in this fucking universe. I hope the old fucker crokes, and the dog chokes on his corpse.
Hi, how are all of you this morning? Hopefully, you're still sleeping at this point on a Saturday morning. Yes, yes, I know some of you assholes live in timezones where it is already the middle of the fucking day. Stop being a pretentious twat.
Apparently, going online and clickity click clicking is enough to get one certified to drive a boat forever in the state of Florida. So, now I can do that.
There is a Brit asleep in my guest room. I want to unleash the dogs into her room just before I leave in a few minutes, but she'll enjoy that shit and take all the fun out of it for me.
Watched the Applewood Road record release live online last night. I turned to the loverly ladies I was watching with and said, I want to tell the other chicks in the band to shut up and let Emily sing. I don't feel bad about that.
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