Give me strength.

The server is once again being a cocksucker this morning. Furious Jessy’s money is on the Pikies, but I’m not sure who is deliberately pissing in my Wheaties this morning. Whoever it is, they can eat a bowl of dicks.

I woke up this morning to Kingston jumping up on the bed. I thought he was there to snuggle, but no. He was there to sneeze and blow mucous all over me. And then hop down off the bed before my righteous fury could throw him off.

So, yeah, not in the best mood this morning.

I mean, I have plenty of mucous of my own. It is weeping from my face. I don’t need his, too.

Here, Andi the Numbers sent me this. It should cheer us all up this morning:

And Lucky pointed me at the Jameson Whiskey “One Shot” series. This is my favorite:

I fucking lo-o-o-o-o-v-v-e Willem Dafoe.

All right. I have more important things to do than fight with this server today. Rumor has it that Target has watermelon Oreos.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend. More soon. ~SC