Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Life is shit sometimes. What can you do? There are only two choices. Deal or fold. All the whining about it just makes the shit stink more. Oh, seriously, I question my metaphor, but you get my drift.
Here's a fellow who doesn't want to smell the dung, or so it seems in context.
I'll change my tone in a few days, maybe. A hurricane will hit my town this weekend, it seems. All the prediction lines run right over my house. That is not the reason that I say life is shit, but it sure is the topping on the sandwich. My secretary is in a snit, too. It is the time of year here. We are all bitched. We must buck up, though, for the holiday blues will be upon us soon.
Posted by cafe selavy at 10:53 AM