Don't fuck with me

I'm in a mood.  Mad at pretty much everyone.

• Kiddo
• Kiddo's dad
• Pushy realtor
• The Daddler
• My biz partner
• My sick boyfriend (sick as in suffering from flu-like symptoms, not fetishism)
• The Daddler
• Sally the Terrible
• Lucy the Prolific Pooper
• Lowe's, Comcast, Office Depot, et al
• Slow drivers, old drivers, most drivers
• Obnoxious, sexist, piggish pony-tailed self-proclaimed siding specialists
• Pushy realtors
• The Daddler
• The ferocious chihuaha next door (actually, I'm in love with him)
• The pitiful excuse for police
• Anyone who abuses animals or children or women
• Cheaters
• Liars
• People who buy $11 worth of bing cherries ahead of me in the grocery store checkout and complain about the price as they present their SNAP (food stamp) card. Why the fuck are they buying $11 worth of cherries on the government's dime - rice, beans, velveeta - I can see, but fresh cherries?  Is there some cherry compound used to make some black market drug?  Wait.  I think Dr. Oz listed cherries as a superfood the other day.  So I'm sure the demand exceeds the supply and the price for bings has sky-rocketed.  That makes me think of the fortune I lost on Beanie Babies.  America's 1990's version of tulip mania of 1637.  Think Gordon Gekko and Wall Street.  Can't remember if it was the first or second movie.

Need a nap.  Bye.