It's not that I'm unhappy.
It's that sometimes I'm not ready to be very reasonable.
When you drink your merlot out of a plastic Maggie Simpson cup you got free at KFC, people ought to cut you some slack. There are a million things I could blame my crumby disposition on. #1: mad cow disease (a.k.a. PMS); #2:my genes (and jeans), for the badonkadonk butt; #3: tectonic plates, for positioning us so close to the equator; the government, for (oh that was too easy)... but all of these are lame and truly unblogworthy. What did you say Maggie? Yes, I agree. I'm thirsty too and American Idol is on soon. Even though we know Jordin wins, watching Ryan and Simon bicker like high school girls is so soothing.