If a suckier band exists on this planet, I don’t know about it. I was just forced to do my grocery shopping to “All Out Of Love”. Normally I’m not a violent person, but by the time it was over I wished for nothing more than to be able to smack them in their mouths. Really hard.
And as long as I’m whining; Mr. Kewlstuff has had a friend of his hanging around the past couple of days, helping him paint. I’ve never cared for this guy. Not that he’s ever done anything to me personally, I just find him obnoxious. And he calls me “Hon.”
So they’re working just outside my office this afternoon, and I keep turning the radio up so I can’t hear his annoying voice. The volume is cranked so high right now that my desk is vibrating. And I still have to get through dinner with him. Again.
I think the universe is conspiring to try to get me to smoke today.
