Lynne, Bethany, the whole boat. On the list. And the only rebellion I can muster without getting myself in major league hot water is parking in my boss's spot. No, there's no LYNNE PARKS HERE sign. It's her unofficial spot. And I took it. So fuck her. She wants to make parking an issue? Let's go.
Meanwhile--I have good things on my platter and I need to address:
- Stone Cold Steve Austin has a podcast! I have to think up a question for him. I will ask questions every week until I get one answered. Bah gawd, I love this man.
- Reconnect with Chuck in progress. Talking about my blockade, his musical foray, life in genz. Such a breath of fresh air.
- Finally cleared the air with Tipper. Remember her? I barely do, too.
- Going to J&T's home Friday after work. Hopefully gonna get in some good family gossip.
With that in mind, here are the following people that are being served notice to change or reap the punishment:
- Dad, get this goddamned Gettysburg trip together or I'll fuck you up!
- Bethany--QUIT YOUR JOB.
- Lynne--QUIT YOUR JOB. Else, measures will be taken.
Reaching a breaking point with my patience for the day and it's barely noon. Must fantasize straight away. My only feasible, enticing tonic in the arsenal.
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