in which I tell you what I want

Yesterday I left The Man’s in a snit. Got in my car, put in Pearl Jam’s TenĀ and blasted the windows out while driving a smidge too fast all the way home. (Wow, I have used the words “snit” and “smidge” w/in the first two sentences of this post. That doesn’t happen every day now does it?) It had been an irritating day to say the … Continue reading in which I tell you what I want