Tasty meatballs, work's all done, dog wants out, craving soda pop.

Going to walk the dog, then go get soda pop, work on my feminine mystique.

Shockingly violent scenes in my head, worse than you'd think- honestly- much, much worse. What you imagine when I say that, well, it's a lot worse than that.

Keep working on it, you'll get there eventually, don't think you'll care much for it, know I don't.