paisley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

as much as i try to teach all the little ickle persons i know that the f-word is a sign of stupidity and laziness to think of better, more honestly descriptive words, and religiously curse 'basket' and 'pickled bananas' in their presence to set the obligatory example... you and i know that's total BS.

Fuck is the most eloquent word possible that this moment.

the crushing stress, the inability to rant in a public domain, the need to express the frustration while being unable to rant in a public domain, the itch to mouth off about this eloquent need to express the frustration while being unable to rant in a public domain, the... well you get the picture.

thus, let me tirade in such a way that everyone will sympathize, empathize, identify and hug with me.


fuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.


strange, but i seem to be blogging more now that i am busystressedbusystressed and need the procrastination avenue slash ranting ground. tee heh.