I recently moved to a gentrifying neighborhood, no I shouldn't say that, I live in a gorgeous building at the edge of a beautiful area, and by edge I mean one block over bullets are flying and domestic disputes run rampant. Just now I was out on the terrace and I witnessed a guy running down the street yelling FUCK who then jumped up and kicked a mailbox mid stride and kept on going. First of all what did a mailbox ever do to someone? Whenever I am mad I never think I am going to let that mailbox have what's coming to it! Then just across the street a couple were apparently mid-breakup yelling fuck you you fucking bitch at each other at the bus stop. Scenes such as this are a regular occurrence around here.
In addition to these colorful verbal fucks, I have to deal with my roommate's literal fucks every single day. It is better now that our apartment is twice the size, but do you know how difficult it is being single listening to your roommate having at it several times every day? Then having to witness them strutting around the apartment sex swollen in a pair of boxers asking me what's up like I hadn't been subjected to their rabbit fucking for the past half hour?
Then there are the fates that keeping fucking my life. The surprise hospital bill that was supposedly taken care of by my lovely insurance, the surprise audit on my 2007 taxes, the surprise utility bills that somehow come about every other week instead of once a month, the surprise vet bill that cost $188 instead of the $88 I was expecting.
Seriously when did fuck become the soundtrack of my life? I can't complain that much though, if I had to choose one word fuck isn't that bad, after all it has so many uses. I am reading Kathy Griffin's new book and if fuck was taken out of it there wouldn't be anything to read, and if we didn't have it would Eddie Murphy have even had a career? In the end I guess I shouldn't complain fuck is pretty amazing.
luvubitch!
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