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.

Highlights:

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.