I'll Fuck Shit Up!

It's been a while, has it not, my lovelies?

It's me. Kristin.

I read today that President Bush Ruled Out Tax Hikes for Social Security. Instead, he plans to use the proceeds from ribbon magnet sales at gas stations.

Oh, the magnets. OH, THE DOUBLE MAGNET. Have you seen this? The double-magneting? Like two yellows on the same car? Not. Kosher for Passover.

Okay, so here's a story for you:

I went to visit my friend in Connec. Ti. Cut., and while there, we went to Mystic Pizza, named after the movie, of course. The whole town of Mystic was nonexistant before the movie. They don't even have a postal code. But anyway. At Mystic Pizza, my friend and I enjoyed a pitcher of refreshing Coors Light because the silver bullet never lets you down. Much refreshed (buzzed) by the Coors Light, we departed. In the parking lot of this family / touristy restaurant, at around 1:00pm, in broad daylight I:

1) became enraged and took a yellow ribbon magnet off of a minivan and threw it into the bushes.

2) threatened to remove the ribbon magnets from each and every car in this family / touristy restaurant parking lot at 1:02pm in broad daylight.

3) did not, because our third, and thankfully sober, friend said, "Kristin. NO."

Viva la revolucion! Kinda!

KTP