it hadn't been one of those days, until the inevitable shit storm came,
crashing against the windows,
taking down tress,
knocking out the power,
flooding the freeway.
"i hope you know i pack a chain saw..."
what gives people the fucking right to feel so god damn entitiled?
who are YOU to say anything?
doesn't luvs it.
hope the boyf can cheer me the f up while we shop for a roadtrip book.