Blown Outta The Water
Look, I just spent an hour and a half writing a post, and Blogger chose to eat its ass out and now it is nowhere to be seen.
Didn't even autosave it, like it claims it does.
I'm now in a foul mood and uninterested in rebuilding the little gem of a post that I had constructed.
Screw it. I'll try again another time.
Lisa is doing fine, but has a connection issue with the appliance (?). It's gonna take some time to get it figured out.
I got told by a punk/thug at MacDonald's to drive away from the drive thru, because he "doesn't give a fuck". I'm meeting with the store manager on Monday to discuss said punk's big, stupid mouth.
I loathe teenagers.
Jimmy's jukebox is freshly loaded with some new stuff, including the most sick and twisted co-dependent love song ever written in the 60s. I've included the original and a badass cover version.
That's all I can manage for now.