Why yes, that is Johnny Cash on the radio.
Some parts of this weekend sucked beyond the telling of it.
However, there were some bright spots. I love
17flyingfish for dropping everything for my 1am panicked phone calls, foregoing sleep to make sure I was okay; I love
deliriouscat for nearly throwing down with some privileged bitch in the Columbia Target's parking lot, for general shopping-buddy-fu, and for teasing me to make me laugh; I love old-school Buffy for taking the edge off endless Giftmas wrapping projects; I love payday for allowing me to afford said gifts; I love my parents for paying me an obscene amount of money for dog-sitting this weekend; I love general exhaustion for allowing me to sleep; and I love organic chocolate ice cream for keeping my serotonin levels at a non-suicidal level.
But the rest of it? Ass. Complete ass.
However, there were some bright spots. I love
But the rest of it? Ass. Complete ass.