Oh, geez. Here I am feeling all loserly and tired and pissy and I get home from work and what do I see? A copy of the LiveSTRONG Quarterly arrived in the mail for me today. It’s like God is telling me to shut up and deal, because really Julie? Who the fuck do you think you are thinking that you have it rough?
The Big Man’s good for a subliminal nudge out of Pity Town any day.
the sloppy copy 