iDallas!

I was in a good mood this week. I don’t really notice my mood much, but every once
in awhile, it just hits me, and I look around and I see the same old irritating stuff,
but for some reason it makes me happy. Sometimes, I’m just delighted to have the chance
to sit in traffic a little bit longer with the same jerk that cut me off the day before.
Sometimes.

But not all the time. So I take it when I can get it.
This week was one of the good ones.

people are giving their lives so the blood-sucking corporates can drive a frickin’
Lexus (a very lame car). People just need to live, you
know? And the fuckers want to charge them money for the lousy food that they have to make
for themselves. Maybe next somebody’ll figure out a way to make me pay for the food
I eat in my own house, even though I bought it and prepared it. I’m sure some fucker
somewhere is already working on that. Then I bet they’ll make me pay them for the privilege
of cleaning my own house with my own cleaning supplies. Where’s the love?

That’s what I want to know.

Fortunately, however, trouble is an interesting thing in that once you get out of trouble,
you have a great reason to party. Now, that’s what I call a blessing.