*buh what*

*looks out window*

Yeahhhh I'm not schlepping the trash cans down the ice-slicked hill. Shit can wait until Friday. One broken coccyx in a lifetime is enough; I am not risking having to spend the next two months sitting on a ridiculous donut pillow again.

We have umpteen kinds of cereal in the kitchen and I don't want any of them for breakfast. I dunno what I want for breakfast. It's one of those days where everything is gray and nothing tastes good.

Wait, no. I want grapefruit juice! Something that will kickstart me. I have work to do.

Rabbit RIP

Farewell, John Updike :(

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Dear Frank Nicotero,

You are the Almond Joy of my life. Please don't ever change. I want to stand outside your house with Porphyria (remember her?) and sing "You're Beautiful" off-key. Naked. With a rose in my teeth. Which will make it hard to sing, but what price romance?

WTB 3some with you and freecreditreportdotcom guy.

Writer's Block: Peevish

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