Running Around in Circles

Skraggle and I have this new thing we like to do in the evenings to have some fun. I'll give you one guess and it doesn't involve a stunted penis.

We are running like a bubbling brook, running like a snotty nose, running like the wind, running 'cause we can. Or at least I can; my old man is briskly walking.

I have a goal, I want to run the Pasadena 5K in November 2008. Admittedly, my goals are not lofty; I do not want to run for a cure or to fight homelessness or even to feed the children. I want to run so that I can hold on to my man. I have noticed lately that he has been eyeballing 15 year old high school boys on the Arcadia Soccer team and if I don't run these boobs off, I know I'll lose him forever.

SoCal Edison Needs a Light Bulb

So today my poor soul was subjected to what I like to call the "corporate training bra" drone. Southern California Edison cashed a check but then forgot to post it to my account. The gal who answered the phone had not a clue as to how to help me. She kept putting me on hold to "ask her supervisor". When I finally got Donald, the super, on the phone, I was about ready to get all crazy asian lady with expired coupons at the check-out line on his ass.

Bitches, I better see a credit to my account or someone is gonna die. and when I say die, I mean I will take a months worth of my own personal urine, bury it underground for a year, add jalapeno pepper seeds with blood clots from local abortion clinic trash bin and sell it to your ignorant ass for a buck fifty by telling you it is the elixir of youth...oh there is youth in there all right...

Just give me my money bitches; we all know I am too lazy to actually pee in a jar.