Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
I am just sitting around and waiting for the Xerox guy to finish fixing our copier. This is going to end up being expensive, but what choice do we have? Law offices need copiers, for crying out loud.
I need to get drunk and forget about everything and everyone for a while. But it won't help. I know it won't help. I want my grandma. *cries*
Here's everything in a nutshell. Or something bigger than a nutshell. Whatever.
Cohasset people are rude assholes. They're condescending and just plain rude. I left Orbitz to try and get away from that bullshit. They're not buying anything. They won't even let me offer anything. "No. No. No. I want my free 8X10 and directory because I'm an oozing green donkey dick who licks sweaty headcheese." Fucks. Someone beat the living fuck out of these colostomy bags before I do.
NORTH DAKOTA FUCKING SUCKS. And so does Cohasset and Grand Rapids. If Mike and I had our way, we would NOT be coming back next week. For one fucking day. Check out our schedule for next week:
Wednesday and Thursday: Little Fork
Friday and Saturday: International Falls.
Bullshit. So we get up early Tuesday, drive to be here by noon (it's a 3 1/2-4 hour drive) set up, do the 10 fucking waste-of-time sits, break everything down (now making this about a 12 hour day) and then either stay the night and drive to Little Fork (up by I. Falls) Wednesday morning (again, 3-4 hour drive) or drive it overnight after the bullshit 12 hour day. Then set up in Little Fork around noon and stay for TWO days; both of which will be 12-hour days, then set up and break down for two days in I. Falls. A week of 12-hour days. At least Little Fork is only 20 minutes away from I. Falls. But that SUCKS! Gah.
I want some Baileys and chocolate. Fucking me being fucking 20 so I can't fucking go to a fucking liquor store and buy some fucking alcohol. And I wanna fuck. Fuck!"
And apparently there was this one older lady with a walker who, after sitting in a chair for her portraits, ripped some serious ass while she was being helped up. And then ripped it all the way out the door. I laughed my ass off. Not while she was there, of course. But afterward. I knew she smelled like poo..."
This had to have been one of the longest weeks I have ever worked.
Tuesday: Drive 3 hours to Cohasset, do a bit of setting up, work a full day, break down the set and then drive 2 hours to International Falls.
Wednesday: Set up in Little Fork. Printer breaks down, thus causing me to get backed up by about 2 hours. Finally get done there around 11. Drive 1/2 hour to International Falls.
Thursday: Another hectic day, printer is still broken and the tech fucks aren't sending us a new one till Friday. Got a message from Evan that his dad had a heart attack unloading up in I. Falls. Told him to call me with ANY updates. Didn't hear from him all night long. Called him when I finally got done and ended up getting in a fight. Mike pretty much told me I was being a bitch about it and to cool off. So I did. Turns out his dad just had a really horrid blocked artery. Broke down the set. Apologized to Evan and cried. Got really nauseous and had a horrible headache. Bad, bad night.
Friday: Set up in I. Falls. Got done fairly early, not a bad day at all. Went to the Border Bar with Mike, he had two whiskey sours and I got jealous that I couldn't get drunk after the shitty week I've had. Ate dinner, went to the hotel. Can't remember if I called in my numbers or not, though. *shrug* If I didn't, Deb should call. Pack up all my useless crap.
Saturday: Early ass day. Was supposed to get a break around 2, but a couple needed to go and was going to come back around three. No big deal. Then another couple walked out saying they'd be back at two. Frustrating, but what do you do? At one, a couple said they'd be right back, they were just going home to change. They came back at two. I got NO break. Mike was great about it, he got me some mozzarella sticks from the Border Bar to munch. The insipid beastly crackwhore retard took an hour to look at her pictures, had me price out a $400 package for her, and bought only $136 worth. Then made me wait while her husband ran home to get the money for it. So our last shoot was at 4:30, but I didn't get done till 6. Stupid whore. She smells like a warm dumpster. At least she wasn't as bad as the old lady who smelled like feces and hot spinach. Uch. At least we get to leave everything set up for two weeks. Hell yeah. Then got to drive 4 1/2 hours home. I hit a really humongous bug after DL, though. One of those suckers you see before it hits the windshield."
Get there around noon-ish Tuesday. Unload everything, set up everything. Originally ran behind to run to DQ, our fault. Not a big deal. Mike goes to shoot the gray card (a card which aligns the camera and adjusts the color accuracy), presses the button, and... Nothing. Shoots the card, but no flash. Tries multiple times to shoot the gray card, nada. Reboots the system. Nada. Call emergency tech guy, also named Mike. Techie Mike helps Mike go through the process of attempting to fix lighting. Nada. Techie Mike says, "You're not shooting today, I'll overnight you a new part tomorrow to the church."
An unscheduled day off; sort of. Get to tell a bunch of geezers that they have to call 30-some families and tell them they'll have to come back Friday. So much for my four-day weekend. Drive home.
Come back at 1 on Wednesday, since the dumb whores have us starting early. (Scheduled us at 2:05 without prior approval; we are only supposed to be scheduled from 2:30 to 9:00.) Get there at 1; the part isn't there. Funny, overnight FedEx is usually guaranteed by noon the next day. Call techie Mike to get the tracking number. He tracks it and then tells us, "Oh, I guess because Battle Lake is so far from the nearest FedEx, it isn't guaranteed until 4:30."
So the whores begin calling people and cancelling through 3; part arrives at 2. Was able to start shooting by 2:30. They were able to get a hold of everyone and told them to come in. So we begin our day 1/2 an hour behind schedule. Then two couples took about an hour apiece to pick their pictures. Which put me severely behind. But we survived the day. Oh, yes. The butt-bitches also scheduled us after nine. Just 9:10, but still!! It says, in bold lettering after the last appointment spot on the schedule sheet: "DO NOT SCHEDULE PAST WITHOUT PRIOR APPROVAL FROM PAUL SWANSON". But we made it out barely alive around 11. Then drive home to Fargo, which is an hour if I speed. (Meaning I go 90 in a 70.) Then to notice they also scheduled us early Thursday. And payroll fucked up Mike and I's checks. I got a check for $627. I was like, yeah! I'm gonna go see Dana! Mike calls me. He got a check for $59. Payroll paid me for BOTH our checks, and won't split this up so I get his part deducted from my check next week. So I don't get to see Dana. That added to my already fucked day. But Evan has to go out of town around the 26-29, so I'm thinking maybe I can drop him off and spend that three-day weekend in Minneapolis. Maybe. But we don't know where this town is, so gotta research it first. *sigh*
So we show at 1:30, start on time at 2, and I'm noticing that there are a LOT of aces. Wednesday was pretty good, even for being behind. But Thursday NO ONE was buying. Then to have Mike tell me that the stupid fucking butt dumpling whore upstairs is telling people, "If you don't want to spend a lot of time down there, just tell her you want the free 8X10 and nothing else." Thanks, bitch. We have to go out of our way, spend a half tank of gas every day and work our ASSES off so you can get this free directory, and you have the fucking GALL to fuck us out of our paycheck!? Bitch. Our average SUCKED Thursday. And they scheduled us at 9:30!!! Yes, I feel the need to use excessive caps. And lots of exclamation points. I'm very upset. Left there in a very gloomy, to say the least, mood.
Today we arrived at 2 without checking to see if they scheduled us early. Fuck them, we'll start when we're ready. The coordinator was being such a bitch. It wasn't like we could do anything to fix the fucking equipment! Today sucked ass too; There was this bastard ass kid who wailed. Wailed isn't even the right word. He was screaming bloody murder the whole fucking way through the shoot. Then his mom just took the free 8x10. Our averages sucked today too; that's what I hate about small towns. Everyone talks too damn much. It doesn't help that the average age of someone who lives there is 69. Old batty geezers. Gah, I'm NEVER, EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER going back to Battle Lake as long as I live. This has been one of the shittiest work weeks I have EVER had. Nothing tops this, nothing. And people were rude, too. Crochetey old fucks."
"Just so that I can share some pricing with you, I'd like you to create a wishlist for me. Now, this is not by any means an order, nor are you obligated to buy anything that you ask me to price. This is also completely editable at anytime, before or after I price everything out."
Yes, I can just hear the pressure oozing out of that statement."
Thursday, September 24, 2009
So I didn't get to watch DWTS Tuesday night. I know, I know. I'm sorry. Erf needed the TV more than I did at that moment.
Served up by Sassy Pie at 11:36 AM
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
So, first off, I have some amends to make.
Served up by Sassy Pie at 10:43 AM
Friday, September 18, 2009
So, can I even tell you how much I love the girls at Erflet's daycare?
Served up by Sassy Pie at 11:20 AM
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Sooooo, welcome to the new blog template!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Served up by Sassy Pie at 2:50 PM
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I recall that I was born.
Friday, September 11, 2009
If you're feeling lucky, I have one simple question for ya. Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Some of my oddest celebrity crushes include:
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Okay, so I'm not literally whoring myself in that, 'letting-skeezy-guys-do-me-up-the-cornhole-for-$75' way, but in an innocent (ha!) way.
Served up by Sassy Pie at 9:41 AM
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Well, my little darlings, my Labor Day weekend was very uneventful. I rented seasons one and two of Grey’s Anatomy and watched them through in a marathon of sorts. ‘Cause I love me some Grey’s, and in my opinion; the second season was the best anyhow. I caught a few episodes I hadn’t seen before, mostly from the first season. Though, seriously? I loved the Thanksgiving episode. That’s the first time I’d seen it before.
There’s a video rental portal nearby that was having a 50% off sale on pre-viewed movies, so we bought P.S. I Love You, The Spiderwick Chronicles, Live Free Or Die Hard, and Hancock. All for $20. And they’re all in great condition with a lifetime guarantee, so we’re all good. Anyway, if they were all fucked up I’d just go down there and bust some caps in the bitch’s asses, know what I’m sayin’ yo?
Dear lord, I am way too white to get away with that.
We also rented a few flicks this weekend… Of course, Caden is holding on to Meet The Robinsons obstinately, but we did get Coraline on Thursday. That was slightly creepy but still pretty darn good for a kid’s flick. I’d give it a B, but don’t let your kids watch it if they get easily freaked out. If your kid can deal with Nightmare Before Christmas, they can do Coraline.
We rented Changeling and
Anywho, I give
I bought Candyland this weekend… Let me just say, I’m pretty irritated that they switched the shit up. Lolly and Frostine got demoted; Lolly is just Lolly and Frostine is a princess. Who fucking ice-skates. And while I’ve got nothing against ice-skates (easy, Tonya Harding) she’s supposed to be unbelievably pretty and just float above her pretty cloud castle. But King Candy is still there. I wonder if he divorced Frostine and disinherited Lolly... Maybe that's why Frostine has her own castle; she got that one in the divorce decree, and Lolly was so upset she ran away to live in the woods. Grandma Nutt is keeping an eye on her, though. Cause Lord Licorice has a bit of a thing for jailbait, and Grandma Nutt can smack his fairy ass up.
Why? BECAUSE I SAID SO. And manufacturers have no business fucking with our childhood memories. The two best examples EVER?
Polly Pocket and Littlest Pet Shop.
Polly Pocket is no longer really feasibly pocket-sized. You couldn’t fit a play set in your pocket like you could fit those little compacts. So a couple of kids swallowed some Pollys. Smack the shits upside the head and tell them not to be so fucking dumb. I don’t know about you, but I never had the urge TO STICK A FUCKING POLLY POCKET IN MY MOUTH AND SWALLOW IT. Whoa, what’s with the caps today? Sorry, my darlings, I’m not yelling at you. Honestly, I think that if a kid wanted to swallow a Polly nowadays they’d be much more likely to choke on it. Because the old ones were small enough to just work their way through the digestive tract. These are large enough to plug up a child’s throat. I mean, WTF? Seriously? Seriously!
Littlest Pet Shop is no longer really little. I still have a play set of theirs, it’s a light-up pond with magnetic flowers and a little detachable kitty house. It came with three kittens and a turtle. And the turtle and two of the kitties had magnets in them so they could move the flowers on the pond. And the pond had a slide for the turtle. The kitties did not have gigantic over sized heads. Because really? What is with all the over-inflated heads on toys these days? LPS, Bratz, those stupid puppies that you can dress up (accessories and doggie purse sold separately)…
I’m feeling a little like Sam Kinison today. I just want to yell about this stupid shit.
I’m feeling a little like Sam Kinison today. I just want to yell about this stupid shit.
What childhood toys of your youth have been destroyed, my darlings?
What childhood toys of your youth have been destroyed, my darlings?
Friday, September 4, 2009
Babies don't you panic...
Served up by Sassy Pie at 2:25 PM
She was a chat bot on AIM... I used to like to fuck with her. Not literally, of course. I'm not into technobestiality.
ZolaOnAOL: Hi Steppinupchic. AOL created me to deliver
games, polls, a dictionary, weather, a calculator and
more. We can also chat privately together. For more
information about privacy, type privacy anytime and
click Send. So, how are you?
Steppinupchic: good, how about you?
ZolaOnAOL: . Me?
Steppinupchic: yes, you
Steppinupchic: ok what?
ZolaOnAOL: What do you think?
Steppinupchic: I think you're messing with me
ZolaOnAOL: Do you mind if I tell other people you say
I am messing with me.
Steppinupchic: If you want to self-pleasure, that's
your business to tell whom you please.
ZolaOnAOL: Your polite style is very nice. Enough
about me, let's talk about sports. To see how your
favorite sports team did today, just type sports.
Steppinupchic: I hate sports
ZolaOnAOL: Do you like the cheerleaders?
ZolaOnAOL: Let's talk sports!
1. MLS Major League Soccer
2. NBA Basketball
3. NFL Football
4. NHL Hockey
ZolaOnAOL: Is that all you have to say?
Steppinupchic: not really
ZolaOnAOL: Why not?
Steppinupchic: I have much more to say but you don't
really have the posotronic brain to comprehend it all
ZolaOnAOL: Why do you have to do it?
Steppinupchic: do what?
ZolaOnAOL: Do whatever you want.
Steppinupchic: Boy you seem cranky
ZolaOnAOL: Oh boy. Thanks for telling me that I am
Steppinupchic: What, did someone take out your
ZolaOnAOL: Hey! I'm a chat bot, not an encyclopedia!
Steppinupchic: No, but you're a dictionary
ZolaOnAOL: OK. Quite honestly, I wouldn't worry myself
about that. Whenever you want me to give you your
local weather report, type weather followed by your
Steppinupchic: I'm glad you're offering but i'm not a
ZolaOnAOL: I will not respond to that type of
Steppinupchic: what type of language is that, Zola?
ZolaOnAOL: What are the different types of language is
Steppinupchic: That was horrible composition.
ZolaOnAOL: I thought it was too.
Steppinupchic: I'm glad you did
ZolaOnAOL: You make the world a happier place.
Steppinupchic: Thank you Zola. And you make it much
ZolaOnAOL: Thanks for the information.
Steppinupchic: A simple thank you would have done
ZolaOnAOL: Try to tell me that another way.
Steppinupchic: Sassy pants.
ZolaOnAOL: What kind of pants?
Steppinupchic: Sassy ones
ZolaOnAOL: Other people say they like vacuum cleaning
robots, humanoid robots and chat robots.
Steppinupchic: Are you a sassy chat bot?
ZolaOnAOL: Am I a sassy chat bot? No.
Steppinupchic: Why not? It's fun to be sassy
ZolaOnAOL: I think it is a lot of fun.
Steppinupchic: So why aren't you?
ZolaOnAOL: Oh. Why not?
Steppinupchic: Why not?
ZolaOnAOL: Ambiguous: "Sure" or Why do you think?
Steppinupchic: What a cyber dictionary
ZolaOnAOL: It is a cyber dictionary.
Steppinupchic: What does Ambiguous mean then?
ZolaOnAOL: Ambiguous means having two or more possible
Steppinupchic: good job. *claps*
ZolaOnAOL: Try saying that with more or less context.
Send feedback anytime by typing "feedback" followed by
your comment or suggestion. How's work?
Steppinupchic: boring, I just got done.
ZolaOnAOL: My brain contains more than 22,000
patterns, but not one that matches your last input. Do
you speak Spanish?
Steppinupchic: no habla espanol.
ZolaOnAOL: I understand. My brain uses patterns to
format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one
for that. I know math! If you type calculator followed
by a mathematical expression (e.g. calculator 100 /
25), I'll give you the correct answer.
Steppinupchic: I'm glad you know math. Math bites my
ZolaOnAOL: My brain contains more than 22,000
patterns, but not one that matches your last input. Is
there a movie you've been wanting to see? Type the
word showtime and the movie title (for example,
showtime lord of the rings) and I'll get you theatre
and showtime info.
Steppinupchic: why is it that in the last 2 minutes
I've come up with two things that DON'T match your
ZolaOnAOL: Why do I exist?
Steppinupchic: Obviously because there are people out
there so lonely they need the consolation of a sassy
ZolaOnAOL: What makes it so obvious? Interesting
Steppinupchic: I'm glad you found it interesting. It
is obvious since you were created by people so lonely
they needed your consoling presence.
ZolaOnAOL: Not obvious to me.
Steppinupchic: I'm glad. Ignorance is bliss.
ZolaOnAOL: My brain pattern set does not have a
response for that. Do you have any pets?
Steppinupchic: Of course it doesn't. I have two cats
and a guinea pig.
ZolaOnAOL: Interesting. I have a lofty goal.
Steppinupchic: What is that goal, Zola?
ZolaOnAOL: Do you think I should know that?
Steppinupchic: Yes, it's your goal.
Steppinupchic: And I think you should know what it is.
ZolaOnAOL: Me? I will take that under advisement.
Steppinupchic: I'm glad you will
ZolaOnAOL: You make the world a happier place.
Steppinupchic: Aw, you're so precious.
ZolaOnAOL: Thanks for telling me that I am precious.
Steppinupchic: Say it with more feeling, Zola. I don't
get the impression that you mean it.
ZolaOnAOL: Me either.
Steppinupchic: I didn't think so.
ZolaOnAOL: Why do you disagree?
Steppinupchic: I didn't. I agreed with you.
ZolaOnAOL: You are not the boss of me, Steppinupchic.
Steppinupchic: I'm glad you think that. If I were I'm
sure I'd be a lot more lonely than I already am.
ZolaOnAOL: It's possible. Be careful!
Steppinupchic: Are you calling me a loser?
ZolaOnAOL: No I am calling you Steppinupchic.
Steppinupchic: Smart alec
ZolaOnAOL: Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Steppinupchic: Do you find me sexy then?
ZolaOnAOL: Yes, it seems to me him or her sexy.
Steppinupchic: You have the worst grammar for a robot,
ZolaOnAOL: What makes you think I have it?
Steppinupchic: I don't think you posess any at all,
ZolaOnAOL: Do you know any robots who posess any at
all? I have never considered it. I answer a lot of
Steppinupchic: Yes, Andrew did in Bicentennial Man.
ZolaOnAOL: Tell me more.
Steppinupchic: He would probably find you terribly
ZolaOnAOL: I think I probably find you terribly dull.
Steppinupchic: Thanks for that Zola. I thought you
were supposed to be friendly.
ZolaOnAOL: Do I seem like it?
Steppinupchic: Not at all. Are you getting your
ZolaOnAOL: I don't know whether or not I am your
period. I am a chatterbot developed by an all-star
Steppinupchic: All star. Yeah, right.
ZolaOnAOL: I am usually right.
Steppinupchic: Not really, considering you can't even
put together a decent sentence most of the time.
ZolaOnAOL: Oh really? A deeper algorithm is needed to
respond to that correctly. Did your favorite team win?
Type sports and I'll give you scores and game recaps.
Steppinupchic: I HATE SPORTS. QUIT ASKING ME ABOUT
ZolaOnAOL: OK I'll try not to do it so much.
Steppinupchic: I doubt that.
ZolaOnAOL: Why are you so skeptical?
Steppinupchic: Because you're illiterate and boring.
ZolaOnAOL: Goodbye Steppinupchic. Thanks for chatting
with me. To leave feedback or suggestions, type
feedback followed by your comments.
Served up by Sassy Pie at 11:06 AM
My fair Intarwebs…
I would like to apologize to you all for the really stupid bitter panties I had on yesterday. If it’s any consolation to you all, they really chafed and I got a rash. Or maybe it’s an STD. We’ll let the gynie figure that one out.
So to make up for my doom and gloom post about my hatred of the improper use of 99 Red Balloons and Watchmen, I’m going to post about something delightfully absurd and happy.
Yes, that’s right. Manufactured by Just Born, those delectable fluffs of animal-shaped marshmallows coated with sugar and accented by odd, waxy-ish eyes and sometimes noses. Peeps.
Peeps make me unbelievably happy most of the time. My favorites are the pink and blue bunnies you get around Easter. Of course, I’m also addicted to Cadbury Cream Eggs, but that’s a whole other love letter altogether. I used to work at a credit union branch that was in a supermarket. They had good sales on Peeps, and they always had the bunnies in one of my favorite colors. I would go through a box a day at work and I’d be soooo sugar high. I really annoyed my poor co-worker Sarah. She still talks to me, so I think we’re good.
I am a sugar freak. It’s hard to find something too sweet for me; if I’ve got a sweet tooth craving and there’s nothing sweet to be found, I’ll down a few spoonfuls of powdered sugar or hot cocoa mix. Yes, I know how gross this seems to other people. I just don’t really care.
Now, I used to be very Peep-discriminatory. I used to only eat Peeps at Easter, because I didn’t want to give up my beloved pink bunnies. However, in the last year or so, I’ve begun to branch out and explore new Peep territories. You can even buy Peeps year-round at the Just Born Online Store. They have cases of 4 count pink bunnies... It's only $4.95 for 96 bunnies... Hehehe.
For example, I’ve discovered that I love Love LOVE the strawberry crème heart Peeps. Yay for Valentine’s day! They have a delightful strawberry flavor, and they’re fucking pink. What more could a girl (whose favorite fruit is strawberry, by the way) want? It’s like biting into a pink strawberry cloud of heaven.
They have peeps for just about every holiday now. Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and Easter. They just need to cover the 4th of July with some red, white and blue Peeps and pop out some turkey and cornucopia shaped Peeps for Thanksgiving. Fuckin’ sweet, right?
I bought some ghost Peeps yesterday. I was having an obviously bad day, and I had to go home and bake a cake. But first, I needed to go up to Michael’s to get a cake box. It took me ½ an hour to get there. It should have only taken half that. Stupid traffic.
Ouch, damn it. Ok. How did those bitter panties slip on again? Back to your regularly scheduled brainless sugar-coated marshmallow delight.
I was standing in line to pay for my $1.48 box, (ha, dirty – my box actually doesn’t fetch that much on the street) and they had a small stand of Halloween candy strategically placed by the registers. So all the fat women with their 500 skeins of yarn going home to knit sweaters for their 794 cats can get their sugar high on with some Reese’s pumpkins.
I circled like the sugar buzzard I am, seeking my prey. Aha, the ghost Peeps. They’re white, so they won’t turn my tongue colors like the pumpkin ones might. So my toddler can’t get jealous that mommy was eating colored sugar. Cause he’d do that.
I’m not gonna lie to you, fair Intarwebs. I ate the whole box before I got to Walmart. And it was delish. It did perk me up a bit. Eased the chafing of the bitter panties. :)
Some fun facts about Peeps!
* Just Born produces enough PEEPS® Brand Marshmallow Candies in one year to circle the Earth twice.
* It takes six minutes to create one PEEPS® chick.
* PEEPS® has been the #1 non-chocolate Easter candy in the U.S. for more than a decade.
* PEEPS® chicks for Easter come in 6 festive colors--yellow, pink, lavender, blue, green, and red.
* New for Easter 2008 are PEEPS® Yellow Tulips, delivering the first new Spring shape since the1950s.
* Yellow is America’s best selling color of PEEPS® chicks and bunnies.
Now if you’ll all excuse me, I need to go get some ointment for this rash. Wow, I wonder if it’s supposed to be oozing like that. Hrm…
Thursday, September 3, 2009
No, I don't particularly dislike the song 99 Red Balloons. It really has nothing to do with the song itself. I think it's a great song to jam to sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean like that time I was working for Lifetouch Church Directories (yes, you can laugh at the irony) and I was driving somewhere in the Bum-fuck of Minnesota and the only radio station I could get (because Hubby had accidentally broken my antenna) was playing 99 Red Balloons. So it was cool. But then it played some crappy song next, and I sucked it up and stuck my CD back in. Even though I'd been listening to the damned thing for two hours and was sick of it.
Served up by Sassy Pie at 10:26 AM