Maybe if Suckerpunch was about Monarch Programming it would have been a hell of alot more entertaining…
Amy dammit I snuck out of work to see you at SXSW.
Why when living in an apartment people feel the need to blare their music so goddamn loudly that I have to call the cops because I’m just that tired is beyond me.
And it doesn’t help any that I live in a city where I don’t feel like banging on someone’s door at 4am would be the safest thing in the world to do.
I was just wait wait waiting to get home to my man, our bed, my junky apartment, my cats who forgot me, the whole shebang.
And instead, it’s just been one thing clusterfucking into another.
Now I’m just sitting here at 2am waiting for the cops.
DeQuervain’s Tenosynovitis = not cool