It's been a tough day.
First of all, B.O.B.I. really pissed me off with his whole mantra against women and their gonads.
Then, his boy Justin and some Logtar dude had to 'get their man's back' and like, you know, dis on me. So I argued with them for while, and inside, my little Buddha is saying, "Tsk.Tsk. Take the High Road."
But the bitchy she-devil inside of me doesn't want to let it go.

So, I got in my new Scion that doesn't look like the ugly thing in the picture this morning, feeling all grouchy and woman-y, and even Michael laid low (well, he left before I got up, but if he HAD been there, he would have been laying low). And I promptly ran over CRUSH you.

The above picture is a rendering of that scene.

I feel kinda bad about it, because CRUSH is really the most consistent nihilist I've ever met. He doesn't have a problem with women, specifically; he kind of hates everyone as a basis. He's pretty immoral and laughs at me a lot. He also thinks God has Six Fingers.

I did call 9-1-1 and explained the situation. They pretty much understood. One dispatcher-guy was from Minnesota, and he totally backed up B.O.B.I.'s argument, but he had a really silly accent, so I just laughed at him. About CRUSH, though, there's not much that could be done.

I did call Michael at work and asked him if he thought I was a man-hater. He hesitated for awhile and said, "No." Then, I asked him if I was too sensitive, and this time, he didn't hesitate.
"Yes," he said, "You are too sensitive. But it makes you dramatic, and everything is a soap opera with you. And I love you."

So, I'm just now getting to work. I feel better already. I helped the sex offender officer out and wrote a few warrants for rapists and child molesters. There. Now life is good again.

Sorry, CRUSH you, about running over you.