I want to cuss pretty often, and do, except when I blog. Mainly I don't cut loose to avoid offending anyone, or have evidence that I have a potty mouth. But, I am good at it...cussing, that is. So when I blog without cursing, I greatly reduce my vocabulary. And sometimes I just really don't think it sounds like me without the "d" word, "s" word, and most especially without the "f" word. People that know me understand what I mean; because most of the time when I cuss, it's not in a deragatory way, but rather for affect or emphasis. Curse words do the job sometimes when no other word can.....and those non-cussers out there know it, too. That's why they use words like shoot, goshdarn, dang'it, friggin', golly, dadgum,sheesh...and all of those other wimpy-ass words that fall short of making the point. Not one person on this planet lives a life that is so even and un"f"d up that a curse word is never needed. Stub your toe lately? It hurts. And "Oh My, That Hurt!" just doesn't cut it.
Anyway, I wish I could feel o.k. about cussing in my blog. But I still don't. Damn it.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Immersed

"Until some loco two-bit floosie with a Louie Le-Strange" sang Tesla.
My butt is numb from sitting on this wooden chair for so long...but I am completely addicted to this rope I'm pulling on.
Seriously.....If you love me, go to iTunes and download Bon Jovi's "Stick to Your Guns".
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