bee stung m'cooter!

... I was thinking about it and the conclusion I've come to is:

god hates me.

AND he/she/it/whatthefuckever made the bee sting me over and over so that I would drop my coffee because I'm not suposed to be drinking it anymore.

glad to see you've come back to the blog, even though it was only to rage about divine spirit and maniac, sexually deviant insects. *hughughughug*how are things?