peanut butter knives and round the clock urinalysis. topless cat toys
and cracker wrappers. frozen ravioli, clusterfucked flooring, higher
than expected payouts, and (yes!) Samsung PDAs, the Master Chief, and
deeply imbedded body order in my clothing spurring the use of not 5,
not 10, but TWENTY mule team borax in my laundry washings.
these are the days of my life.
these are the days of my life.
