This post comes at 2.15 am on a Sunday morning. Apologies if it's poorly worded. Apologies if it's badly edited. Let's just hope it turns out to be better than Dan Brown's Inferno.
Cat's got her claws out.
Yes, this is a little bit of a rant, but I don't care. The last time I let my mind roam and wander free as the daffodils in the wind, I loved every minute of that freedom. So, in my current state of being worked up, being a little hot tempered and being very, very concerned about the state of affairs, literally, affairs of the people around me and of the people in denial around me, this goes out to you. Ladies, stiffen that upper lip, straighten that spine and let's get our acts together. Gentlemen, wake up, pull your pants up and know when you need to get your act straight. So, let me get started.
Cat's got her claws out.
Yes, this is a little bit of a rant, but I don't care. The last time I let my mind roam and wander free as the daffodils in the wind, I loved every minute of that freedom. So, in my current state of being worked up, being a little hot tempered and being very, very concerned about the state of affairs, literally, affairs of the people around me and of the people in denial around me, this goes out to you. Ladies, stiffen that upper lip, straighten that spine and let's get our acts together. Gentlemen, wake up, pull your pants up and know when you need to get your act straight. So, let me get started.
