Beautiful girl you make me suicidal?
I love dance music. But not before 8:00 am. Some fucktard in our apartment complex, or the one adjacent, insists on flipping on eurotrance in the early hours while I am still trying to eek out the last few minutes of sleep. I want to find this person, and stab them soundly in the eye. And watch as they bleed and scream to death. I would enjoy this muchly. J. Co and I are all about Safeway.com now. I don’t know why we never got into it before. But neither of us have the time nor desire to schlep a bunch of heavy-ass groceries on the eternally-packed 1 California bus, so we are taking advantage and going with it.
