You're Talking to Yourself Again...

I finally jumped into 2005 and got one of those bluetooth headsets. It's soo awesome but now I am that asshole that walks around the grocery store talking to herself. If I was in a dark alley and dressed in day old rags, other bums would try to pee on me and steal my magic bag. Even my dog thinks I am an asshole for getting this thing.

"You're an asshole, Mom."

See? Told ya. Maybe I can hide it behind my hair.