Not for the faint of art. |
Okay. I'm trying. I'm trying real hard to avoid getting pissed off at every little thing. It's a bad habit, and really, I don't have that much to be pissed off about. So after I posted the Hello Kitty thing a few days ago, I took a few breaths, calmed down, enjoyed the weekend, and resolved never to drink Beck's again. Simple. But then... today... http://tinyurl.com/poas72 Welcome to the '[THAT WORD]' lifestyle I will not type THAT WORD. I will not allow THAT WORD to appear in anything I write. (CNN) -- The line dividing work and leisure time is blurring right before our eyes, says one expert, and it's creating a phenomenon called "[THAT WORD] time..." Called by whom? Frakking idiots? Because only a frakking idiot would come up with THAT WORD. I've put up with a lot, I think. It started with "guesstimate." Stupid portmanteau. I rebelled a lot against "metrosexual." I even got over "povel" (poem/novel, introduced to me by Crys-not really here ). But not this. The slippery slope ends here. Anyone I catch using THAT WORD in real life will get smacked. I may serve a few months for assault, but it's a small price to pay. |