When my flights from LA got all fucked up, I was fine, annoyed, but fine until a counter person lied to me about when the next flight went out. I totally lost my shit and made a Scene. Then I had to go eat a cheeseburger because I hadn't eaten in something like 9 hours, hence the teary shouting as opposed to cold downdressing. Hate that.
Honesty in a fucked up situation that drags out goes a LOT farther than dishonesty and a quicker resolution.
Was wondering why my cats were curled tight with tails over noses. Well, gee, because it was 63 in my apartment! I had turned off the heat last week and forgot. I'm actually kinda shocked I'm not turning blue. I've got to be runnign hot or something. 63 inside normally has me in tears.
Satan wants my cell phone.
It is randomly powering off. And by randomly, I mean every couple of minutes. When it reboots? The screen is backwards half of the time. All of the screens.
And if Satan wants my phone, he can have my phone. I'm going tell Verizon.
That site has been totally ruined by jokers. Makes me sad.
Does anyone know why the song Feeling Groovy is called The 59th Street Bridge Song? I mean, I know that's the actual title, but why? Makes no sense.
I think you'd have to ask Paul Simon.
Off to go de-demonize my phone.
I always thought that's where he was (kicking down the cobblestones).
I always thought that's where he was (kicking down the cobblestones).
Yeah, not so much -- it's just a regular car bridge. I mean, you can walk on it, but it's not so groovy.
