The New Dog House

So I hear a bunch of shit about the new dog in the White House. One headline read "The Twists and Turns" of how the dog came to be. Here's a question - who gives a shit?

It's a dog. A lucky one, at that, but still a freaking dog. DOG. Paying attention to shit like this is what got this country in trouble in the first place. How is it important? The family could have gotten this dog from a murderous puppy-mill of the 10th degree, who freaking CARES! We have bigger issues, stop wasting our time on crap like this.

Do we really not have anything else to report on? Really?

I'm a Heel

I let a friend's secret slip out last night. The people I told it to can be trusted, but I still feel like a big ol' ball of slime. She trusted me and I betrayed that trust. It's not a life-or-death secret, in fact to others it may not seem like such a big secret at all. But it was her's and I blew it.

I'm seeing her tonight. A confession like this should take place face-to-face. I know she's going to be mad and she has every right to be, I just hope she'll forgive me. I deserve whatever I get.

Today's mood: crappy.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Oh, those poor smokers! In this article they feel they are being picked on. Boo-fucking-hoo.

Listen, smoking doesn't recognize a financial class, m-kay? Poor or not, anyone who shoves cancer-sticks into the face has to pay. If you're poor, here's what you do. Quit!

You foul-smelling, yellow-toothed, gravel-voiced, leather-skinned, ignorant bitches can suck it. I'm damn sick and tired of having to smell your stench. I am sick and tired of having to stay away from certain events or places because I don't want to go home smelling like an ashtray, not to mention fighting off a headache and having a horrible taste in my mouth.

Smoking is offensive, and if you want to intrude upon the lives and rights of non-smokers without a thought, then pay-up and shut-up.