(Date written unknown…but I was obviously having a bad day!)

If you are one that is easily offended, stop reading now!  The following rant, is born out of frustration.  I am frustrated with all the dicks out there that believe or have any false notion that I was born to serve their needs in some way. News flash…I was not.  Nor was I born to give a damn about how you feel about it.

Let’s start at the beginning; well, maybe not the beginning, but midway through life. I am a fifty-something, somewhat educated, single (but getting enough) woman who is sick and tired of being sick and tired (Fannie Lou Hamer), of giving a damn what dicks out there think about my behavior.  In actuality, I am one of the nicest people anyone could ever meet.  I know this because I have friends I cant shake, like warm dog shit that you step into with your favorite pair of trainers.  I am really that nice.  What I am not is a person that likes to deal with stupid, rude or all the others dicks in our society think I must tolerate.  Not having it in my fifty-something universe.