sick

I got sick at the beginning of the week--which happens to be Spring Break.  Head cold.  Nasty one.

Wednesday, my head cold moved down to my chest.  Yesterday, I lost my voice.

Today is the last week day of Spring Break.  I step back in front of the class on Tuesday.  And I still don't have my voice.

Being sick on break really sucks.  And it can fuck off.  I've gotten nothing done.

Not feelin' it.

I managed to finish a draft last night, and I'm feeling less than with it this morning, kinda wrung out and out of it.  Have at it: tell the world what's gotten on your tits this past week. 

Cancer.

Okay, it looks like my initial attempt at posting didn't take (didn't even leave a draft), but that's okay.  I've got a better one than just telling myself to fuck off for forgetting that it was Friday.

Cancer.

Cancer can fuck off and die in a crotch fire.

One of my dear friends has a particularly vicious form of breast cancer.  It's not fair.  She's only 35, has a two year old son, and has breast-fed this boy for both of his years on earth.  That was supposed to cut her risk drastically. 

I found out earlier this afternoon. 

The shock has just worn off.

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.