I?m in a fuck you mood, just to warn you. The electricity guy was here. He spoke such a dialect, in a mean way. Yuck! I could barely understand what he said. He used to be a professional boxer and he thinks he?s everything. Blah. Meanwhile I was on the computer and he managed to get the electricity dead four times. And my computer near-to-death. He had a tough day, but he survived because he?s still got me.
I like plumbers more than I like electricity guys.
And thinking of Bart doesn?t really make my fuck you mood any better.
Well, it?s 10 PM and he?s still here. He is smoking and it triggers my migraine, ugh.
And by the way, sex is good against migraine. Women who say the won?t