Longest finger 

When I die, I want to have my middle fingers airmailed to the two individuals at the peak of my shit list. 


Funk (not the good kind)

Whether it’s stress, being under the weather, or unusual hormones, I’m out of sorts. I’ve  been clenching my teeth for a week. I want to punch fluffy bunnies (as a figure of speech). I don’t feel like I have any energy to be nice, so I’m hoping Tyler keeps his distance. 

I should meditate.