Lots o shit swirling around in the toilet bowl that is my brain. Let's capture some of it here.
I received some hate-fil-a-hole coupons in the mail today. Guess where they wound up? IN THE DIRTY TRASH!
Cripes, next weekend is the unofficial start of summer: Memorial Day Weekend. I'll stay home, thanks.
Work has been VERY slow the past 2 months. Not good. :(
Hawaiian pizza sure tastes good after a long work week!
Sweet baby cheeses, Beyonce is preggers; now we will have to hear every fucking tiny detail about THIS cow on top of Kash Kow and Kate Middleton and Jessica Simpson. Who gives a shit!
Every time I go grocery shopping, the prices keep rising. Unfortunately, my income is not.
I think I can finally turn off the heat at night. The quilts stay on the beds, just in case.
Why are they still playing pro basketball? It's damn near June.
Why are most people so fucking stoopid they couldn't find their way out of a wet paper bag?
I saw a baby bunny in my back yard last night!
One of spouse's tomato plants has yellow flowers!
Those tornadoes in TX - OMB! I hope I never have to experience anything like that in my lifetime.
Someone down the street has a Harley; every fucking time he leaves his house, he just HAS to make as much noise as he can with that thing. Guess what, asshole? You are not impressing anyone; cut it out NOW!
We are too damn broke to take a long vacation this year (again). We will NOT max out the credit cards to go on vacation, like some of our fellow Americans do. Instead, day trips to local venues in October will tide us over.
My baseball team has been one frustrating thing after another this year.
Why do I wake up every morning with a hairball (or what feels like a hairball)? The cat kids are a bad influence on me.
Weekends are never long enough.
I just saw a robin slurp a big worm down his throat. Reminded me of spaghetti. And something so wonderfully naughty (hee hee).
The damn grass needs mowing again. And the laundry ain't gonna wash itself.
And Pat Robertson is an old misogynist tool.