I threw out my neck again. Last time this happened you threw me for quite a ride. This time, don't. Chill out. I'll take care of it myself. No more of these games, hear?
Stormy stormy out. Snow in the mountains, water and insane drivers on the road. I am layered up and ready to sit in my car for hours, scowling at the traffic.
Speaking of games, tonight I am planning on kicking ass and taking names at Trivia Night at the Whistlestop. Oh yeah. Can't stop me. Woo woo.
Also, don't forget I'm reading this Wednesday night. You can buy your naughty holiday toys and listen to my poems all at the same time.
You're So Vain