deathtoforls

Wow, quite the day so far. By noon I had given 2 people rides, cooked 3 people breakfast, almost wrecked my car twice, and chased 3 very naughty, very dirty pooches down a dirt/gravel road barefoot. And man did I haul ass. Those mofogators knew it was on, cause when I finally caught them, my tone alone said "move one more inch and I'll beat the ever loving shit outta ya." Of course I wouldnt, it was a scare tactic, but damn, I must've been mighty convincing. Running barefoot in a skirt and sweater, sans panties in 90 degree weather=no fucking fun atall, but, fortunately, I had the foresight not to remove my bra prior to this marathon of hell. Wouldn't have been so bad was it not for this friendly fella lurking around minus a leash, owner or fence:

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE rotties, just not the ones I don't know. So that's been my excitement for the day. More to follow I'm certain. I'm missing "someone" an awful lot. Sucks, truly. You know who you are, now get your bad self to Austin you sexy vocalist...damn you. If only you were the bassist, then I could forget about you, but nooo, you had to be smart and witty and have fucking amazing taste in music. Bill can't satisfy me anymore like he did last night on our honeymoon. I think it's time to retire him to my dashboard with Buddy Christ, the Punisher, and Daredevil. A friend brought up an interesting point though...wouldnt it be strangely ironic (and a ball gargler) if I wrecked my car and Daredevil came flying off the dash and into my eyes, and blinded me. Just thought that was morosely funny.

Oh, and if anyone was wondering, this is why I hate Austin:

See you bitches in hell, I be sunbathing Key style