blessed are those who are not working during the weekend. while the favored many would be dipping their toes in mood enhancing soirees, i would be with the few unfortunate souls, stuck in the doom and gloom of depressed mind sets. i could be this bitch, mouthing all the profanities known to mankind and in the tv series the wire (which is amazingly brilliant, it's expanding my word base). eunice uttered yesterday that being a bitch is not encrypted in my DNA ( she didn't actually say that exact phrase, but that was the tune). actually, i'm a cantankerous malcontent who gripes and grumbles with the disenfranchised. i literally come out of the woodwork and refuse to acknowledge the ubiquities of the ill-bred little mice who think the world of themselves. one of those little mice is the subject of this article (a common friend's bff). what is it with plumbing and the maledictions of skewerd bicarbs?but since today is actually a day of prayer, i shouldn't curse the hell out of those little mice and be kind and nurturing. be grateful of thine tiny bounties. manage the hustle and bustle of the enclave with more resurgence and come up trumps with the follow-through. the bank holidays may be setting me back a few days from the mandatory chores but i'm keeping calm.
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