Whackadelic
Either I slept on my back wrong (again) last night, or my new bed, the one I bought less than six months ago, is already falling apart on my fat ass. ‘Cause my back’s all janked up today. Plus I’ve been sleepy as hell since yesterday. And I’m flat out of cash until tomorrow.
Add to that the fact that Trader Joe’s was packed to the brim because of Thanksgiving today, which just doubly annoyed my black ass. I hate the holidays a bit. I mean, I like the time off, but the fact that everything’s either crowded or closed really blows.
I’ll be at Roze’s getting stuffed, smashed, and playing “Seinfeld” Trivial Pursuit.
May you be blessed with turkey roast and thoughts of slain Indians on the day.
