got it down to a fine art; the art of the rude kiss-off. my holiday spirit is on hold until after the first of the year when that fat old maid January begins to whine. then all will be right in the world. everybody else is back to their miserable jobs and I'm not. meanwhile stay back 50ft. K-9 unit on board. save the sad tale for somebody that might care. I don't. if you listen real close, you can hear the tiny violins between my thumbs.
but oh how utterly compassionate you are you say so sarcastically and you wouldn't be far from wrong so now go away and bring me something useful.
dang me, dang me they ought to get a rope and hang me
Monday, December 20, 2010
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