(I can get) Satisfaction

I just had the most fun ever cleaning dust n tings out of my keyboard whilst waiting for my podcast partner to sort his shit out so we could record a sub-par (even for us) podcast. (But then I've grown accustomed to waiting around for men to sort their shit out, amirite ladiez??! Huh?? Am I? I think I am. You know, because of how men are rubbish jokes? Right. You get it.)



That's one of the most satisfying experiences thus far of 2010. Which... I think I should be depressed about? But I'm not?