I Hate to Disappoint
The misadventures of yesteryear
and its phone service. Maybe I
meant that I hate to be disappointed.
Swerving in other directions, I need screws
for the television stand; to connect the new
tv to its v-shaped legs. Also, more plastic
boxes (so the children can suffocate?). Also,
also, also, stop being so dramatic and pick up
some dishwashing liquid and some laundry
detergent. I can scratch new iPhone off the
list (reminder), but also, add new laptop. Oh, and
don’t forget to get milk (always) and murder spray.
