Things have just gone to hell lately. No, I don’t want to write about it. I sure as hell don’t want to talk about it. The F word. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. Not in a good mood. Not in a good anything at all. It’s time to pull out one of my favorite Stephen King quotes and bastardize the meaning a bit…”sometimes an accident is an unhappy woman’s best friend.” I mean it in an entirely different way than it was used in the book. Time to quit thinking about F’ing stuff I don’t want to F with and F’ing get back to F’ing doing it because it sure the F isn’t going to do itself.
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| What are you so F'ing happy about??? |
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