But I ornery sex can be fun!
I'm bouncing back, slowly but surely, from the emotional whirlpool of the past few weeks. I haven't been able to hang on to much balance though I fully expect it to return. I'm getting on a good exercise schedule again and we're getting a little more sunshine.
I'm not in a bad mood today. I feel more... hmmm... surly or feisty or... like I want to stir up something.
So, this post may end up getting blocked by those of you who read from work but my mood says I have to put it out there.
I don't know. I just felt like saying it.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
It's so damn liberating to say, isn't it? Say it with me. Deep breath. Now...
Don't you feel better?
Fuck used to be one of those words I would never say. Then when my girlfriend Marie and I moved in together when I was 21, I quickly noticed it was her favorite word.
She was very creative with the word and used it in ways I had never heard before. The worst (and best) ways she used it was when she was upset with her boyfriend.
You know what they say... hell hath no fury.
I have a friend who lives in L.A. I call him Toast because he collects toasters. He looks like Mr. Clean, big guy with a bald head. He's a punk. Ya know, he loves punk music? He has a little roughness to him but if you knew him, you'd love his big heart.
Many years ago when I was visiting him, we went to a store on Melrose called Retail Slut. What a fuckin' awesome store! In the store, Toast saw a t-shirt that he couldn't live without:
It was fucking BRILLIANT!
He bought it and as we left the store, he saw one that I absolutely had to buy too:
It was perfect for PMS week. My husband would get the message without me saying a word.
The next day, Toast and I went out to the big Farmer's Market and he wore his shirt. I was slightly embarrassed, not sure how people would react.
They LOVED it.
Seriously. He was asked over and over again where he bought the shirt! You never know what you'll find in L.A.
I love the word FUCK.
I love to say it, do it, use it as a verb, noun, adjective... it is such a versatile word!*
And I feel like writing about it today. Because it is my fucking blog.
* Motherhood keeps me in line. Since both kids are reading now, its time to put away my PMS shirt. Boo.