Please. Stop suggesting friends to me. I get it. If I'm connected to the same 20,000 bloggers who are also friends with Marvin Finklestein in west Tennessee, then OK. Fine. Suggest him. But seriously, quit suggesting that I connect with Scott Jamerson, fellow Black Eagle and the focus of much of my teenage angst, as a Crackbook friend. I didn't like him in high school, so why the hell would I want to exchange pleasantries/pictures/Hey how're yous?!? on the Internet? He was a football player, a "popular" and he beat me out for student body president.
Unless you want my digital foot up your electronic ass, then cease and desist immediately.
Scott Jamerson. You can do better than that. Ppppffffttttthhhhhzzzzz!
Drum Major Heather
Dear Fellow Subdivision Residents and Property Management Company:
I didn't know any of you assholes prior to this ridiculous HOA Board gig and I can't wait until February when I can ignore all of you again.
Kiss my ass,
Dear Blog Friends Who Are Hurting:
Ladies? I love you all. So damned much.
Hugs and stuff,
I am rolling my eyes. ROLLING, people! This is just nonsense. All of it. The left, the right, the He said/She said, it all lacks one thing. Common friggin' sense.
Oh, and term limits. That too.
I pledge allegiance to the United States of Whatever,
Heather, Proud citizen since February 6, 1972