All kittens gone. All gone. The goddamn world is full of illegitimate kittens. You can hardly walk on our rivers for stepping on burlap sacks filled with kittens. And yet people came and took ours away. Even Harry. They took Harry. I will be fine once I have hit something. A small child, for preference.
Looking back on the posts of the past couple months I realize it's been absolutely ages since I said anything even remotely clever or interesting. This is mainly because I am no longer working at the Damn Hell Ass-Sucking Job of Poo, which gave me ample time in which to stare blankly at the screen. Now that I am no longer indentured to the Ass-Sucking Boss of Poo, I basically go online to check email. But I promise I'll be better. I really am quite clever you know, and if I gave it a second's thought I'm sure I could remember some of the interesting things which have happened to me lately. Let's see. Think......think....uh.....
Hmm, Connecticut really IS like a postcard. It's very pretty, utterly two-dimensional and there's absolutely nothing you can do with it.
I may drive up to the far northeast corner of the state and see if there's a stamp there.