allergy season

Or cold season.  Or whatever the hell keeps both kids clogged up and hacking,* and causes Odysseus to snore in any position he sleeps in.  It can fuck off with my sleep deprivation.

That is all.

*Wet sounding coughs that don't bring anything up but a sore throat.

monsters

I was thinking about telling the government in the Ukraine to fuck off...or our very own King Putt's administration for deciding to put political officers in newsrooms nationwide...but then, this happened.

The fucking creep snatched a little ten year old girl off the street, took her home with him, did who knows what to her, put a .22 round into her head, then cut her in half, put her in trash bags, then into a pair of Rubbermaid tubs.

My first reaction was horror.

My second was rage.

This fucking fuck carefully chose his pathway into becoming employed by the school: subcontracted employees aren't looked into by the school, and often, their primary employers don't run background checks either.  Yes, he was eventually hired full-time, but by then, he'd been working there for a while, and likely wasn't checked out then, either.  

Parents in the school whose children were remanded into this man's "care" in the in-school suspension program need to have their children checked over very carefully.  There's no way he went from "normal" to "snatch a child off the street" in a snap.

The monster deserves to be bent over a railing in prison, with his wrists tied to his ankles, and left there.  Until he's suffered the full horror of what he put that little girl through.

Then, he needs to be buggered by a giant rainbow horse dick until something ruptures and kills him.

The school system needs to be sued to closure.

Every monster who touches a child like that needs to die by rape with something far too large for their bodies to handle.

And every bleeding heart pervert leftist who whines about rehabilitation, and who tries to get such "normalized" needs to join them.

Monsters aren't broken and in need of repair.  The only thing that can be done is to put them down before they harm someone else.  

migraines

I had a migraine plow into me Monday afternoon.  I still have it.  And it can fuck off with a dozen flaming chainsaws.

ugh...

Everybody in the house being sick to varying degrees over the course of a week can fuck the fuck off.  I'm half sorry the imp got over his so quick--he's easier to handle when he's feeling bad.

The weather can fuck off, while I'm ranting at things larger than human activities.  I moved south, away from northern Kansas, to get away from this shit. 

Radical feminism's abilities to pervade everything and spoil everything it touches can really fuck off.  I'd go on a real rant about that, but I feel too crappy to really be able to pull it off.

sick kids

Whatever is bothering my kids can go fuck itself with a rusty chainsaw.  Both kids are sick, now--the imp has a painful lower belly, and told me "Momma, my butt threw up.  I don't feel good.  I don't want supper." 

There.  Is.  Nothing.  I.  Can.  Do.  Not a damned thing I can possibly do to make my kids feel better.  And that can fuck right the fuck off while it fucks itself with a two-pronged Sybian, studded with broken glass, and set on high. 

static, fucked-up power cords, and office space

So, yesterday was cold.  Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.  Cold enough that I decided to wear insulated leggings (my nylon ones were all I could find) under my flannel jeans.  Did you know that causes massive static, just sitting still?  Not fun.  Static can fuck off.

I keep a spare power cord in my bag of holding for office days.  My laptop gives me two and a half or three hours of battery time...and I used most of that while my kids were writing their papers.  So, I plug it in after I get settled in for office hours...and discover that the power cord has developed a break somewhere between the transformer and the end that plugs into the laptop.  So, yesterday's office hours were really unproductive, and that can fuck the fuck off.  Four hours that I could have been writing wasted. 

Speaking of office hours...last semester, I held my office hours in my classroom.  It was decently comfortable, and I had a padded seat and a desk.  This semester, there's a class directly after mine in my classroom.  Which means I had to hunt for someplace where I could settle and focus to do work.  I tried the adjunct office but it made me jittery and jumpy like you wouldn't believe.  In four hours, I was able to write less than a thousand words.  And I should have managed six thousand or more. Yesterday's attempt in an out-of-the-way nook of the library would have been much better, but...yeah.  I'm paying for the seating today with an awful backache.  A lack of office space where I feel comfortable can fuck the fucking fuck off.

Me.

I can so fuck the fuckety fuck off.  I forgot it was Friday.  Who or what would you like to tell off, and why?  Let us know in no uncertain terms in the comments.