I kind of had to tell an old lady to “calm the fuck down” today. She’s a co-worker of mine. Look you yell at me long enough, I’ll yell back. And there’s going to be a fuck in there. It’s like sneezing. It’s going to happen whether I I like it or not. I’m just glad I didn’t say “shut the fuck up”. I would feel terrible for that. I’ll apologize tomorrow.
Right now, I’m cooking spaghetti, drinking a beer and listening to some of the new vinyl I picked up over the weekend. If you want to know where my happy place is, this is definitely one of them. It’s a little like zen meditation except instead of feeling spiritually fulfilled at the end you just eat spaghetti and get a little buzzed.