Histrionic Progenitor Isn't it obvious?

Quiet

Somewhere around the time I stopped writing last, we spent an evening at the E.R.  Let’s just say that Heather was having some “issues” and that after 6 hours in the E.R., they had solved the immediate “issue”, but hadn’t solved the recurring “issue” and sent her home with another annoying “issue”.

How’s that for vague?

Other than that, life moves on.

People Freakin Annoy Me

What’s the best way to scare away your audience?  Insult them.

I hate people.  As a general rule, they’re stupid and panicky, and just want to be told what to do.  How else would organized religion and modern governments exist?  I really want to rant about this, but I’m not going to.  Instead, I will leave you with the inspirational words that lived brazen beneath the top brake light on the ‘86 Camaro I drove in high-school:

Form your own opinions.

Fuck Twitter

Not that anyone cares what I think about social networking sites, but fuck Twitter. It’s freakin stupid. It’s pretty much the epitome of maintaining useless excuses for relationships without any effort or follow-through on either side for the sole purpose of making sad people feel like they have friends. That and in the couple of months that I’ve had a twitter account I’ve not mentioned it to anyone and I’ve gotten ten spam followers. Fuck twitter.