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Good News For People Who Love Bad News

This morning my eyes ache and when the power company called I had to fork over $435 to get the guy to leave me alone (we were a little behind) and then the little man spilled a full cup of apple juice on the upstairs futon couch…the one without the vinyl cover. I am now, officially, cranky as fuck. Could probably benefit from a few choice selections in The Big Book of Being Rude. Grrrr.