the curses flew yesterday from all given points on the proverbial round table. and let me tell you something. it was a beautiful thing. well let me be careful how i follow that up. the cursing was not beautiful in and of itself, but it was beautiful in that it was the most honest language that could have described the feelings felt. i am going to hold that the anger and the gut-wrenching pain and disappointment and fear that was felt yesterday could not have been adequately expressed without the use of profanity.

aside from all the drama that happened in chi-town the past few days, i also got a phone call at around midnight last night from a friend of mine who made a poor choice, or rather a number of poor choices on saturday and may possibly serve some time in the slammer for them. love you dude. i promise i'll come and visit if it comes down to that.

but all day i've been trying to figure out if there was a full moon at any point in time this weekend that might account for a lot of people's lives in general sucking.

things went pear-shaped.

the shyte hit the fan.
** on a side note, i would really like to shake the hand of the person responsible for this colloquialism, because the imagery is
really quite entertaining.

and yet... seems like someone has the pooper-scooper and is starting to clean things up, though i think we could agree that is going to take a long time. wow that was one of the cheesiest things i've ever said. i promise i'll never do it again. you have my permission to file my nails with sandpaper if i do.