today, as i drove to the recycling depot to drop off the weekly accumulation of cardboard from our office,* i stopped behind a minivan with a flaming skull decal. this was pretty hilarious, cause, sister, no matter what you put up on that window, you're still driving a minivan. but good on ya for trying. rock on!
yesterday was snow day which mister monkey and i celebrated uproariously by finishing our taxes. woohoo! being a grown-up rocks! maybe i'll get myself a flaming skull decal that says "rocker bitch does taxes on time! fucken eh!"
yesterday was also earth day and i truly do not blame the earth for giving us a gigantic meteorological finger. i'd be pretty pissed too, if i were her: "yeah, yeah, earth day. what have you done for me lately, you over-consuming little maggots, huh? FUCK YOU! eat snow, assholes!"
* i am getting pretty goddamn tired of co-workers giving me the thumbs up when i do this, or telling me what a good person** i am. you know what? i am doing this for your idiot children. one of these days, instead of a pat on the back, how about you offer to take it every once in a while?
**i get very nervous when people tell me i am a good person. the last guy to tell me that with any regularity was my crazy ex-boyfriend terry, and he was crazy. in a thoroughly non-metaphoric sort of way. why did i date a non-metaphorically crazy guy you ask? it's a long story of youth, stupidity and "love at first sight," another concept that as a consequence of that particular period of time i find deeply alarming.