jangly bits

"Bucket of Fuck" and "Fuck It Bucket" are two totally different things. Just so we're all clear.

Shameless plug: My sister has her own blog now.

I still have a frog in my throat today. I think the copious amounts of second-hand smoke and yelling on Friday night did it. And while we're talking about smoke... yes, I realize that smokers are free to choose to continue to do themselves bodily harm, knowing the risks, but it still annoys the fuck out of us non-smokers. And don't think that I don't notice the little tricks you pull to enable yourself to smoke at will, regardless of the comfort of your companions. At least be polite enough to ask your companions if they mind if you blow that nasty shit in their faces all night long. I'm just sayin'.

Three days to Margaret Cho!