Friday, February 3, 2012

10 PM on a Friday Night



...Looks about right.

TGIF

The perfect ending to my wonderful week:

Some rat fink cut me off on Cottman Avenue on my way home tonight, (and oh what a lovely avenue it is, filled with the most intelligent people on the planet!), causing me to spill my coffee ALL OVER myself and the car. This, in turn, caused me to turn up Misfits as loud as possible and drive like Cruella De'Vil for the rest of the ride home...










*Side note: it is quite possible that there is nothing more dangerous than a disgruntled early intervention therapist on a Friday night...


"AND I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT PUPPIES GET ME SOME NACHOS IMMEDIATELY!"