have some red wine, upload a new picture and then it's back to work tomorrow for you mister...

i'm sleepy so i'll make this short.

chances are good that i won't edit this thing at all.

that's what you get with me: quick and cheap and to a point. 

which point that is is another blog in and of itself.

ok, here we go.

i think most people get to a place, at least twice, in life where they get absolutely fed up.

maybe more often if there is a reoccurring situation, object, or television host gets under the skin. 

like rain or no rain, or oxygen, or nancy grace.

seriously, she ruins days like no one else with all her ignorant ranting and airheaded raving.

well her and maybe rosie o'duckface.

yep.

did you catch it?

i just jumped on a bandwagon.

that would be the ignorant, judgmental, mud-slinging express headed for icouldcarelessville.

anyways.

today i stayed home (yet again) and cleaned pretty much the whole house.

i've had heaps of laundry (clean laundry) just sitting around at the foot of my bed for far too long now.

i'm normally pretty good at putting away once i actually do the washing and drying but over that past few weeks (don't lie, it's been months) the pile has grown.

so, after many weeks... er, months, i finally got around to putting away and, in some cases rewashing what seemed like, my entire wardrobe.

the other time i got fed up was when this one dude in elementary school kept cheating at recess.

we would play two-hand-touch and this dude would always say, "dude, that was only one hand!" after clearly being tagged with two.

one hand my ass.

one time after he was tagged down he kept running. 

when he got to me i hauled off and shoved him to the ground.

luckily a huge mud puddle broke his fall.

he got soaked in that rich brown, sticky, smelly, field mud.

good night.