Just rolling this post out with a non sequitur.
Christmas is nearly here and as a result all of my holiday spirit evaporates by the time my car hits the open road, because Christmas seems to drive my fellow man to forget everything he or she ever learned about driving. I am trying to let it go because it’s Christmas and we’re all equally in a hurry to get to the Target before Twilight and Hello Kitty Island Adventure are sold out, but it’s difficult. My road rage sustains me. It is my outlet for all other raging. You know what happens when people drive well? I learn all the lyrics to Kreayshawn’s “Gucci Gucci”. Don’t contribute to my husband’s scorn, continue to drive like idiots. It’s for the best.
I got the swag and it’s pumpin’ out my ovaries