Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Lost & Found


I've lost three things over the past three months: my Kermit the Frog "No" button, my thumb drive, and half of my favorite pair of gloves.


I have found all three.


I hope this is a good omen.


Because honestly... this week has sucked in so many ways.


Nine sleeps until Foxwoods. How pathetic is it that?
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