I had to cancel an appointment with someone whom I believe to be russian intelligence, earlier today.
I looked at my schedule, and everything I have going on, and emailed my regrets.
Had ya at "Russian Intelligence".
don't you dare lie.
She, being a wee slip of a woman, yet so skilled at tortu deep tissue massage.... russian intelligence.
You're welcome. now on to boring, potentially whiny shit. Do as you see fit.
.......But how was I to know, she was with the Russians, too?
Thanks Warren. you were a real life dick by all accounts, but you wrote some great songs.
Hey, I'm getting-married-buying-a-house-selling-another-house-my-kid's-in-freakin'-high-school-now-and-is-all-yay-band-yay-robotics-whatever.
that sentence actually took me three days to write, and the dog just had to be outside in the goddamn rain for a few minutes, ok?!?!?
She's still 57% convinced I'm going to abuse her at any moment, anyhow. might as well take advantage.
so....AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! man. that was cathartic. Thanks for letting me do that.
What was I whining about?
oh, yeah. Everything.
And I could go on, and really let it rip. but... I spent three days to write that one, declarative sentence.
Why spoil it?
But it's there, bitches. simmering. just under the surface.
I'm a ticking time bomb, babies.
Yeah, it IS all really good stuff. Doesn't mean I wouldn't smack my own mamma for a car service.
Sorry mom, but by bedtime tonite.... 6 round trips to the next town north of here, in just over 24 hour period.
It'll be a love tap.
I swear.
Oh, and the dog, we've decided, is.. an enigma, to be as kind as possible about it. a riddle....
we say "bless her weird little heart" a lot.
She doesn't seem to care one way or the other.
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