It has been pointed out to me that my web page does not reflect the angst and bitterness that my Facebook Page and my Twitter feed do.

It has been pointed out to me that, should I truly want to be successful, I need to be consistent.

It has been pointed out to me that doing what I like to do, in a manner that I like to do it, is not the proper way to do do things.

Well. I would like to point out a few things myself.

I am human after all. I am a walking, talking, living, breathing inconsistency.  I love to hate things. I hate to love things. I eat things I don’t want to, I want to eat things I don’t. I drink to be happy when drinking is what makes me unhappy.

I could go on with this list forever. So could you. We could sound like Sphinx from Mystery Men, all night long.

But the point is, some people should mind their own fucking business. If I’m happy fucking tickling myself with a feather in a field of fucking daisies, why the fuck would someone come interrupt me to tell me there are probably lice on the goddamned feather and that daisies are poisonous if I mix them in a hemlock salad?

You know what’s wrong with this world? Fucking CONSISTENT people!

You know what I’m gonna do now? Go plan what to mix my fucking vodka with tonight, because I like to mix things up.

(Wow… apparently someone’s ass is chapped, you might think. And you’d be right. Sometimes, it’s not so much what you say to someone, as it is consistently saying it in an ignorant way. For example, this post is full of angst and bitterness, wouldn’t you agree? And, should you read anything else posted on this web page, I would guess you’ll find more of the same. If you don’t, you likely read one fucking thing (or none!) and generalized it to the whole. )

(Ha! I just realized I finished this off with a pun! Awesome! I think that means I will mix my vodka with something tropical tonight. I’m feeling festive now!)