Aaaaaaggghhhhh.

Holy shit.. so. I was just outside. And was smoking on the back porch in the dark. And I was looking at the ground while I took a drag, and then I looked back up. And staring at me less than 15 ft. away were two wolves. Wolves. Fucking WOLVES. And I looked at them for about a second, sort of paralyzed, and then they started to run toward me. And I dashed to the back door liked I've never moved in my life, opened it, slammed it, and then locked it, breathing all hard.

What the fuck???

The irony in this is that I need a cigarette now more than anything, and I can't go back out there. I'm never going back out there. I'm still shaking from it. I was scared of big dogs in the first place, and this just makes it even worse. Stupid backwoods Tennessee.

Blahhhhhh.

I think the lamest month out of all months is September. What a fucking weak month. If you ever want to make fun of a month, it's September. Fuck Septmeber.

Ubiquitous Larry.

I just heard someone say this in a Minnesota Target:

(scene: very crowded, people everywhere)

Woman behind me in line, talking to her friend: "Well, it's the last weekend before Christmas, so I guess people are just trying to... git 'r done."


Yeah.