Darling Clementine

Yesterday on my way to work I saw a red-tailed hawk. It was gorgeous in the few seconds I could look before I drove off the exit/entrance ramp into a crashy mess down a hill. I like to think seeing that lovely creature made me have a seemingly nice day. I didn’t have to deal with any stupidity (or well, as much as I normally do) and I didn’t come home pissed off… so, yeah, I’d like to thank Little Hawky Pants.

I’d never seen one in person before. Just on TV. It was awesome! He was doing this, it was gorgeous!

(image from British Falconers Club)

drive, drive, drive
“Holy Shit, a red-tailed hawk!”
drive, drive, drive
“That was fucking cool!”

Look, I’m sure people with purple hair are a rarity wherever the hell you come from; but, here, they’re not. (It’s not even completely purple; then maybe I’d understand.) Plus, I’m pretty sure you own a TV; so, you know. So, you lovely pack of yokels, kindly walk your 1980s coat, your ankle-length denim skirt, and your scrubs across the damn parking lot into nasty-ass KFC and get the fuck out of my way.

Also, you’re STARING AT ME & poking ass (*snort*) in the middle of the parking lot… so don’t look at me like I’m insane when I yell at you to “Quit staring at me and move!” Seriously. (Stare at me as I’m going past & quit holding up traffic.) Go back to Fayette County or Mormon-land, or wherever the hell ankle-length denim skirts are still in fashion.

What kind of bullshit is not broadcasting the Titans game in TN? Even my friends in California (who usually get the games &…they were playing in fucking CA) didn’t get it. Boourns. (They’re not saying boo…)

Oh well, anyway…big changes to my appearance coming up, stay tuned!

(but, still… go arsenal!)

Had a lovely, well-thought out, non-depressing, non-bitchy post all ready last night; went to post it and my Internet blinks out. Thanks, Comcast! Cable flickered, too. I’m surprised our phone didn’t go out, . So, I said fuck it and went to bed.

Anyway, it’s an absolutely gorgeous day. Not too cold, just enough for a light jacket. Not a cloud in the sky. GORGEOUS. I should probably venture outside at some point today, ha ha!

They (whoever They may be) really should make stupidity painful for the actual stupid person instead of for the rest of us. That would really be quite lovely. Oh well, at least I’ve gotten quite good at tuning out the morons… unless they say something monumentally stupid that causes me to BURN MYSELF ON THE OVEN DOOR. I’m looking at you, Jessica Simpson.