• Fuck Jeremy, Jason, and Mike for making me get ICQ and start reading LJo again.
  • Fuck my contacts for drying out so fast in my eyes.
  • Fuck me for staying up to late and falling into my old habits.
  • Fuck my stories for not wanting to be told.
  • Fuck the violin for being so bitchy and hard to coax into music.
  • Fuck ancient Greek for having irregular verbs with twenty some-odd forms to memorize.
  • <not well meaning>Fuck my sister for not being what she used to be, and fuck her loser husband for dragging her down and giving her the welfare “I don’t have to do what I don’t want to, someone will take care of me” attitude.
  • Fuck alcoholic beverages for being both tasty and expensive.
  • Fuck the central valley for being so damn hot.
  • Fuck the Pepsi that spilled in my car.
  • Fuck the net nanny services that will now ban my journal for having written “fuck.”
  • Fuck Dilbert’s boss, for being so familiar. And fuck Wally too, that little prick.
  • Fuck all this slow, bloated, over-featured, over-flashy, resource-hogging, broken, buggy software that people actually pay for.

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