Pardon my screeching yesterday. You know, it was one of those days. And every time I see Sarah Palin’s face I’m filled with uncontrollable rage. To the degree that I can’t actually read much of the news anymore.
So sorry about the ranting. I’m not sorry about what I said: I still think the Republicans are cretinous trash, but, you know, perhaps I should be less emotional about it.
So I came home and listened to Wig in a Box like, 4 times in a row, loudly, and danced in my tiny kitchen, and I felt better. No matter what, that song always makes me happy again.
By the way, I totally rock that song at karaoke. Tom, you have any pictures of that?