joe d

“What do you want to do today…bitch?” said the Boy this morning.

“Hey!” I said.

“What?”

“You called me a bitch.”

“No, I called Maggie a bitch.”

“Uh huh. Sure.”

“You didn’t see my pimp hand.”

Was it Corinne who told me she didn’t get into Lady Gaga until she heard Cartman sing “Poker face”? Well, I’ve heard that version now, and I’ll say this: Cartman’s version is way better. Or at least, obnoxious enough to be stuck in my head on repeat. And for the first time I could actually make out the lyrics of the song.

Watch Penny Arcade’s breast milk episode, it’s hysterical. Tears of laughter ran down my face. Today we are supposed to have happy fun times with the girls at Edmonds beach. This morning I had a dream that I was puzzling. Then in the dream I started sweating. Then I woke up covered in sweat. Damn Trazadone night sweats. Bleeeeeeerp.