A lot of swearing. Purposely.

I’m going to a local store to buy three kilos of beef liver, in which I will sink my claws and I will shred in into tatters. Screaming.

(Tatters later I will feed the cats, which keenly conjecture under the window of my Grey, damp, bleak office. Ha, they should be careful, or they will end up in the “CATS’ BODIES” exhibit, ragged skin, later I will spray with my hairspray)

Because on my way to work today…

Traffic. Fair. Happens everyday. Heavier, lighter- I am used to it. I have written traffic into my curriculum vitae as indelible element. A component or ingredient I would say. Not to say- everyday laboriousness. To top it all off, construction on one of the lanes calmly taking over the street without an alternate route. I somehow don’t believe they will fix it, without ruts, for a smooth ride, because it’s near IMPOSSIBLE in the Chicago asphalt reality, but hey, what do I know. The government has to give jobs so we don’t go into deeper depression.

But today the traffic started already in downtown so on each crossing, I mean, on every single damn crossing wonderful Chicagoan drivers, cunt lice passing malaria spore, would just jam the intersection and happily blocking it for the duration of my green light. Relevantly to that, being the third vehicle on the turning lane, we waited 2, 6, 50 lights. And that went on for the new 123456789 lights.

Chicago Police Department has financial issues????? Really????
I really don’t quite understand that. If each one of those mega assholes driving with their hands growing out of their assholes would get a ticket for being brain dead empty headed butt heads, for having other drivers and the rules of the road where the sun don’t shine.

What in the world do we need the photo radars for if the entire city doesn’t drive, we stand still?????

Tremendous oversight is that everyone can have a kid, and driver’s license. It shouldn’t be like that. Only then the world would have a chance to be a better place.

In connection with the above statements, I will go get that liver and about a kilo of trinitrotoluene, before I have a stroke.

I feel godly.
I think that may be the only thing that makes me happy.
Wait. Next to chocolate.