Another Sunday is winding down. I see that the Grammys are going to be on CBS tonight. I hear they are going to be having a five minute delay to catch anything that might be too risque for tonight. This is going to be a horrible show. I’m sure after last weekends Superbowl fiasco they are going to be editing everything out. Every time someone says anything that even starts with the letter F, it’ll get bleeped. This is going to be horrible. Wait, what am I talking about here. It’s the Grammys; it’s supposed to be horrible.
Have you ever been driving your car and for whatever reason you don’t have the radio or CD player on? (8 track player for those of you unwilling to accept new technology) What the fuck is this thing held together with anyway, Duct Tape? You’re just driving down the road minding your own business, and whoa, there is this funny squeak coming out of the vent area. What is that clicking noise coming from the back window? Now the clicking has apparently migrated to under the dash. Why is there a weird noise coming from the backseat? There isn’t anybody back there. Holy shit, what in the fuck is the turn signal so damn loud for? It’s annoying and now I know why I always listen to music when I’m driving; to keep my damn sanity.
You know, Friday it seemed to snow all day, but we it only accumulated about an inch. It was supposed to stop late Friday afternoon and then taper off to flurries. Well, it flurried a good inch or two Friday night into Saturday morning. Oh yes, and there is more on the way for tomorrow. What would a Monday morning commute to work be without snowy ass roads? Boring I guess. Oh well, at least I have something to look forward to at work on Mondays now.