Which I don't usually do in this space. Not because I'm not prone to that (just ask anybody who's ridden in a car with me), but because a rant is quite tiresome-enough in person, let alone online.
But can I just say that when, on a day when I've already done 40 minutes on the elliptical machine, I find myself saying at 1:30 in the fucking afternoon "Jeez, I need to go to the Rec Center and work off some of this stress," it is time to get out of fucking Dodge?!?
Imagine the initials
USPS.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCKING KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIST!
"You're entering a world of pain, Smokey."
'Nuff said.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Gettin' rant on
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3 comments:
I believe that one leeetle beeeety gin and tonic could be considered medicinal at this point.
Think of it as one for Jack, and Dean M o-ri-a-ri-ty.
Thanks for the Jack Kerouac post earlier w/ video. That's a gem.
I'll second dharmonia on the gin and tonic.
Where IS that kung fu class when you need it???
These days I take the dog for a walk and help her hunt rodents and channel her aggressive "I'm-gonna-snap-your-neck-and-eat-your-heart-you-thievin' -varmint" attitude.
And then have a mixture of distilled cactus extract, orange liqueur, agave syrup, and a wee bit of fresh lime juice on ice . . .
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