Could someone please let me in on what the fuck is up with humanity this morning? The universe has sand in its panties. I’ve gotten like, 2 super-bizarre emails from the Internet (Hi, crazies. Put away that semi-automatic rifle at my head, please, thanks. Scooter my daisy head and stuff) , blogger software is being an asshole, and about an hour ago, I witnessed a serious meltdown at the coffee place on the corner. Is it really necessary to vent out your frustrations to the cashier because he can’t make change fast enough for your liking?
If I apologize to Chris Carrabba, will that make things better? What about if I show you what Drew sent me? Hug it out, world.