I was born. I suffered.
I suffered some more, and hopefully,
I won't die a painful death.
This is my life.

Oh fudge!


I really like to swear.  Nothing is more satisfying when you are stuck in mind-bending traffic on the way to work than letting out a few four letter words and pounding the steering wheel.  There are some who think that swearing is bad for your "soul", but I think that if there is such a thing, it is really chicken soup.  Tell me, who is it really hurting?  You aren't killing, maiming, or molesting anyone.  It's sort of like verbal masturbating.  I refuse to believe that you can go to "Hell" by saying the f-word a few billion times in your life.


Ah, I can't wait to get that next bill in the mail or get yelled at by the ex.