this morning #127.

this morning, these two exasperated dingbats were driving her up the wall. she needed to get out of the apartment & take a long, long walk before she killed one of them. these days, she was going on a lot more long walks than usual. it was football season & the dingbats had taken to waking at dawn & quickly getting their drink on. by the time the first games rolled around, she had already been subjected to hours of repetitive madden nfl 21 shit talking & at least one wrestling match. today was no exception, so she was off to her bar to stew. a bar with no tvs. a bar where the only tight ends were firmly planted on bar stools. a bar with no dingbats at all. fuck football. fuck the fall.