I can tell it's going to be a sleepless night. It's back. My good 'ol friend insomnia. It happens when I think too much. (Not drink, THINK) Being brain dead is much easier on the 40 winks. Fuck.
You know what? I don't care that I cuss. I like it. I get it out. I guess I'll just have to deal with it. I know it isn't lady-like. I know it isn't eloquent. It -seems- hypocritical to my faith, but I do it anyway. I don't hide it. It offends some people. It makes others laugh. It makes me sound uneducated, even though I am quite well educated. OH FUCKING WELL. Anyone keeping tabs on me? I do not use it to hurt people; my heart is not malicious. I don't do it at inappropriate times - I'm not stupid. I use it to express the intense feelings I don't know what to do with. I use it for humor. I use it to keep the phonies away.
Maybe I use it to keep people away. What are you doing here? Why do you read? Who are you?
Are you new? Is this a frequent stop? Tell me. I've got time.