Three things.

There's a few things I want to vent that have nothing (or everything) to do with one another.

1.  I couldn't watch the inauguration because I was working.  What kind of country is this, anyway? Dear president Obama, I'd like this fixed.

2. Tyrone pooped on my bed while I was gone for the weekend.  How embarrassing for him.  Dear Amanda, I blame you for this.

3.  Jessica, I agree.  Wear some damn flats to the damn club.  That being said, I'd trade shoes whenever necessary.  That's what friends are for.

Word.