Here we going again

It's the morning after a night that makes Elise say things like, "My poop smells like straight up tequila." I'm DJ to her cleaning the madness which is her kitchen. Motivating, up-lifting tunes as she vigoriously takes her anger about lazy roommates, world hunger, and the state of both our bank accounts, out on scrubbing crusty food of a months worth of dishes. Ironically Phoenix's "If I Ever Feel Better," is a really happy song. Like I'm willing to be someone else's dealbreaker seeing as I'll be that guy with headphones in, straight up "dancing," really just lots of bobbing and awkward pelvic thrusts, down the sidewalk with a snarly grin and sunglasses on. Good morning San Francisco.