Did you know it was "Random Acts of Kindness Week?" Neither did I. But you know what? I don't need a week set aside to be kind. I am kind all the time. What's next, a "Don't Litter" week? Dumbasses.
Speaking of dumbasses, how about this "let's take forever to vote on a non-binding resolution against the troop surge in Iraq" congress of ours? Bush isn't going to pay any attention to that random act of unkindness anyway. *Sigh* It was nice to feel optimistic about the government for a few weeks anyway.
So you know I spend a lot of time in the grand state of Maine. Now that we've had a prolonged cold snap, all the ice fishers are out. I just don't get this. Fishing = Sun and sea, + beer and boats, or a rushing river and handmade lures (and beer). Good times, yo. But 10 degrees without wind chill, on a frozen pond, with a little wooden shack to shelter you while you drop a line through a hole in the ice, (which you have to cut)? If you need the fish go to Hannifords for Christ's sake. Dumbasses.
Hey, I'm 40 now. I can act all high and mighty and judgmental.
Oh, and I am so f*cking sick of having half my traffic come from dumbasses searching "you t**b." ("oo"s edited so as to not pepetuate the cycle.)
Here's to a dumbass free weekend!