Garage Bands Come from Garage Land; Bull-Shit Comes from Exactly Where You Think Bull-Shit Comes From

The cat thinks I'm up for good. I came home about twenty-five minutes ago. I'm going to sleep soon. Now he's on my briefcase because it's mine and it's an elevated surface to stand on. Fuck cats sometimes. Really.

But really, really fuck bull-shit. I'm coming back to this thing soon; so you better watch out, bull-shit. I'm coming for you...