deathtoforls

For the first time in my life, I really like my neighbors. I live in a shit hole, but have absolutely no desire to move once our lease is up because they are that amazing. Something in the world is right at least.

I want a cigarette. I would also like to punch Scott square in his shit for taking the car to see aforementioned neighbors play blues and not dropping me by the store first. It was intentional on his part. As a lifelong non-smoker he thinks he's doing me a huge favor. As an ex-smoker that is in a bad mood I can tell you he is doing no one a favor, because by the time he gets back, I'll likely be uber bitchy.

I can't always get what I want. I'm not so spoiled to believe I can, but it would be super swell if one freaking thing went my way today.

On a brighter but weird note, my doberman does the most hilarious dance after he poops. This was the saving grace of today. Who knew poop could be so amusing.