well, #&@%!

I really feel like blogging something today. It’s been building all month.

However, all I really feel like writing is a long stream of curse words used with the creativity of an artist and the subtlety of an on-coming train, a litany of invective so scorching it would make a sailor blush.

There’s no particular reason why. I’ve been having a pretty good day/week/month. I just feel like cursing. A lot.

But rather than me writing it, let’s just take it as a given. You’re an imaginative lot and know me well enough to fill in the blanks, and I’ll use the time to go make some soup and grilled cheese, and watch another episode of Lost Girl on Netflix. 

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