Ok, people, let's get this shit out the way. I leave work early today, and gots to drive out to the Skokie Gateway Country store to pick up the replacement battery for the laptop Nubian goddess Garrity donated to the cause.
So you wanna tell me what a misogynist, evil ex, cruel and hurtful blah de fucking blah I am, get it off your chest right here, right now.
Ain't no Alf marathon, but I had to tape the Shania concert last night, and it isn't going to watch itself.
Did catch a bit of the end. The goofy grin on Alison's face while they did the AC/DC cover made it all worth it.
Speak.
Update: As anyone who's taken an ecology course knows, fires are a natural, and in fact necessary, part of the life cycle of a forest.
Trying to prevent them just means building up more dead wood and other fuel, so when they do finally rage, they tend to be bigger, hotter and more destructive than they should be.
This is our forest fire.
And it should have happened a long time ago.
This has been your sledgehammer-like metaphor for the day.
I'm just not getting involved, Aaron.
No worries, love. Ain't easy to stay friends with both people after a bad breakup, I hear. And since that's what this was, polite fictions to the contrary, you want to declare yourself Switzerland, I'll respect that.
You wanna privately vent/call me on my shit, though, you gots my email.