There’s an offal lot of fuckery hereabouts

I am right and you are left
Fuck the fucking dress code
You are slight and I have heft
Fuck the fucking dress code
Life is short and art is long
Fuck the fucking dress code
Don’t distort my little song
Fuck the fucking dress code
 
My plan is simple you will see
Fuck the fucking dress code
Make a dimple easily
Fuck the fucking dress code
First I’ll wear salwar kameez
Fuck the fucking dress code
Then I’ll dare men’s suits with ease
Fuck the fucking dress code.
 
Not to screen what people wear
Fuck the fucking dress code
Does not mean that you don’t care
Fuck the fucking dress code
Warm in winter, cool in sun
Fuck the fucking dress code
And here’s a hint
Please have some fun
Fuck the fucking dress code

Welcome to the pre-existing condition that is my nightmare.

Fortunately, there’s a cure.

Un fucking believable screw up regarding my hours at work tonight.  I don’t know what to say about it in public but I was good and wound when I got here. Yes I’m blogging from work.  I quit already, I’m an at will employee. Wut they gun do fire my sorry ass? Bit, please

The battery on the MR2 gave its first evidence that it was not happy earlier this week; stopped turning over reliably two days ago and died like the inverse Energizer Bunny yesterday.  Dja s’pose the markedly nipply weather had anything to do with it?

Posted my first fanfic today, too. No mOm, I’m not telling you where it is….