16 Drafts and Whaddya Get? -OR- Words = FAIL

The inbox is litter. The outbox is empty. I can't keep the spittle, foam and bile in check long enough to complete a thought that doesn't end in arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggh,
FUCK!

Chuck it.

Where have all the flowers gone? Who's vetting the pundits? Florida ain't the only place being overrun by snakes. I'm working on/through it, but the windshield: bug guts ratio is just too much. It's spring. I'm gonna go watch something bud and/or bloom.



and lest we forget...
We're still in two shootin' wars...

Have a nice day.