easter like sunday morning.

i'm sure there are folks F*ing around with those fart-stinkity hard-boiled
dead and dyed chicken-butt ovals;
trying to prevent their cats from eating cellophane grass;
biting the ears off of chocolate bunnies;
and generally bonnet-wearing in pastels an' that......
but,
over here at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
we're frozen solid.
uh-huh.
the blower motor on the furnace sh!t the bed,
and it's a slow creeping sunday morning of ambient temperatures.
heat is risen.
that's the best i've got.
oh,
but that's not all.
it never is, is it?
there is also of this:

snow day!!!!
woohoo!
anything can happen, as long as it sucks.
yuck.
happy easter?
oh, F* off.
*
brunch is some sort of big deal today, right?
well,
i'm working, instead.
and i'm dealing with the sh!ttiest sh!t-salad sandwiches on skin while i'm at it.
so,
this morning,
in the snow,
in the cold cave of a home i'm hunkered in,
a filthy fat stack of fatness is the only thing i'm ordering off of the menu.
why?
because the only tool i have to fix anything right now is a wrench,
and the only utensil on hand is a spatula.
real talk,
that means i'll flip you for real, neighbors.
word.
check the pannie-bunny-cottontail-is-actually-snow-type teleport:

ugh.
too much is the right amount,
even when it's going to destroy you.
i'm feeling so full, and so cold.
i've got doo-doo butter to dispense on doo-doo duders today,
and i'll be returning to this frozen fortress when i'm finished.
that's probably what i get for voting for barabbas.
hahahahha.
ew;
never quiet, never soft.....