ifuckinghateyousometimes.com

At times like this, when I have to wait months to see a damn good cliffhanger resolved, I fucking hate you.

Karen, I fucking hate you sometimes.

Bloody English.

I fucking hate you sometimes, too, Pearce.

I fucking hate you sometimes, Rakeesh.

A pessimist’s thought: “Yes! I knew it! I knew the Universe hated me!”

Since New England is finally getting some snow, I thought this flipoff* quite appropriate.

*If anyone knows where this photo actually came from (it’s been on my hard drive for a few years), then I will credit them accordingly. I do not take credit for this photo, but it does deserve to be shared on the Net.

—a flip a day keeps the friends at bay.

…expanded.

I was sitting at my computer, plugging diligently away at my novel. My instant messaging program is on, and my friend Sarah IMs me with no preamble (such as it can be between friends).

Sarah: www.thebricktestament.com

Me: Seen it! Be more original.

Sarah: www.ifuckinghateyousometimes.com

Me: is that real?

Sarah: i don’t think so. try it.

Me: whoa. I want it.

Sarah: no it isn’t

Me: I own it.

and thus, ifuckinghateyousometimes.com came to be.