Stupid sexy interslice

Even though there’s a happy modem box blinking at me, I don’t have straight up, fair trade slice. I’m waiting until as late as possible to call the help line so I don’t have to be on hold for 36 minutes.

That said, I’m going to be cranky and short in my blog. It’s only hurting those I love, but tough. “Life’s not fair,” my mother would often tell me, when I wanted one of everything.