my life as a compulsive reader

see, i read. a lot. i can't seem to help it. i read anything that has words. as far as i'm concerned, libra designed their odd spots for people like me.

not that long ago, this was an advantage, but as the news cycle got shorter and shorter, and most of the articles on the local newspaper website became cut and paste jobs, it just fills my brain with stuff i don't want to know, stuff that pisses me off, and pretty much endless arguing by people paid to submit reactionary comments on subjects they pretty much don't even remotely understand attached to articles they apparently don't even read.

i'm hoping one day google will become sophisticated enough to just crawl the web and present me with stuff that i actually want to read, and will just trim out all the morons for me. i don't see it so much as censorship but protection of my blood pressure. i'm actually that easily annoyed. also, that lazy.

fuck winter.

i fucking hate winter. there's no snow to make it slightly less crap, there's just cold. and by the looks of it, way too fucking much cold to come too.

and the fucking heating is off too.

bears have the right idea.

noone asked my permission. i'm pretty sure i'd remember an email or something, because there'd be a lot of swearing, and a pretty firm no vote. applied with something sharp and pointy.

things that are going to give me an aneurism

• trying to figure out how to spell aneurism without checking google.
• southern rocycling (yes. there really is a recycling company called that.
• compulsively trying to figure out what idiots have on their personalised (license) plates 
• trying to fit 60 hours into a single day
• arseholes who drive trail bikes around residential areas as if they're on a farm
• arsehat utility companies that disconnect you in the middle of fucking winter

... aaaand while I'm on the subject of assholes. Why is it that the client to pain in the arse ratio is inversely proportionate to the value of the invoice?