I realize that I could use this space to vent my spleen. There's a lot, and it certainly could help. But if, eventually, I choose to share these scrambles with my peers (the inevitable), then I'd rather, at least try, to grapple more than just the mind-grimace moments of my days. Though I will smile to you now and say, "Fuck that shit".
This little blogger ain't called Harangue for no reason, bitches.
You do realize that "bitches", a plural jest, can only refer to singular me, right? I am the one I let into this blog: you shouldn't be offended. Now go eat your winklings and toad over it more.
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