Fuck your lack of imagination

Earlier, on my way home from taking Chris to lunch, I called an elderly lady smoking a cigarette in a Monte Carlo a "speeding cunt." Respectful, huh?

I think she may have heard me. Since then, I've felt like she was wrapping her bony hands around my uterus and squeezing it. I know what you're thinking. This could be because of a number of things. PMS, possibly? Maybe it's the Taco Bell? My guess is that the old hag cursed me.

But, Alkaline Trio makes me happy right now, so it's okay.