It’s Not Rocket Surgery

On my way home tonight, I got stuck in traffic behind a car with a license plate reading “SCI GUY” and a sticker that said “it’s not rocket surgery.” If it wasn’t for the general sense of helpless rage that remaining at a standstill causes in people who are just trying to get home from work, I think that driver and I could be friends.

Otherwise, my phone won’t connect to WiFi networks anymore and until just a few minutes ago, I thought it was Wednesday. So that’s how my life is going these days.

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No, YOU listened to that one All Saints song from 1990-whatever to make you feel better!

About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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