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*So, my grandmother died a while ago. I miss her. I wrote a beautiful eulogy which the non-denominational asshat who conducted the brief service fucked right up. Stuttery and noncommittal, just like his non-faith. Lesson: If you want shit done right, don't let some vapid hospital chaplain do it.
*Leaving Sunday night. Have 4 million things to do. Am on the fucking LJ instead. Jaysus, I'm my own worst enemy.
*Conversation with my pal Jim
Ayah (driving/talking to Jim on cell phone): What the fuck, this dumbshit needs to get the fuck off my ass. Watch me slow the fuck down, you fuckin' cock-knocker, etc.
Jim (tittering): You swear more than any woman I ever met.
Ayah: That's right. Profanity is the poetry of the motherfucking people, my friend. And you never met Joan Crawford.
Jim: Not for lack of trying.
*Leaving Sunday night. Have 4 million things to do. Am on the fucking LJ instead. Jaysus, I'm my own worst enemy.
*Conversation with my pal Jim
Ayah (driving/talking to Jim on cell phone): What the fuck, this dumbshit needs to get the fuck off my ass. Watch me slow the fuck down, you fuckin' cock-knocker, etc.
Jim (tittering): You swear more than any woman I ever met.
Ayah: That's right. Profanity is the poetry of the motherfucking people, my friend. And you never met Joan Crawford.
Jim: Not for lack of trying.