I Refuse to Shut Up

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of an age wherein they can handle strong language, I am back!

Summer came, and summer went, like a hooker that I had enough money to pay, for once. They get so upset when I show them my empty wallet, and then I have to get out the choloriform, and it's just such a mess.... but anyway!

I was going through my old posts, cleaning up and fixing spelling errors, and I noticed something: the vitrol in my writing comes and goes. Sometimes I'm spewing fire and screaming obscenely like I had just grown a pair of ovaries, and sometimes they're not as angry. It doesn't quite form a bell curve, or any real pattern, which is unfortunate, because that would have made for an interesting retrospective of my life over the past year or so, but alas, such is not the case. I can tell you this, though: it's time for another round of super-angry posts. I'm not sure what they'll be about, but they're coming.

Brace yourselves.