Beware, my brain will kick your brain in the frontal lobe. You've been warned.
Also, I rock the vague.
In other news, I got a supper crappy latte today from Starfucks. I'm extremely unhappy with it, which is depressing. I was super stoked for coffee this morning. Alas. Perhaps my expectations are too high, but I don't remember coffee tasting like tree bark.
I feel like a goofball though, because I'm about to embark on Pt. 2 of the Great Cleaning Adventure. I had to set the mood, so I'm blasting Frank Sinatra. Oh, and when I say blasting, I mean you can hear it down the hallway. I tell ya, I would've made the perfect 40's housewife. For realz.