Fucktard
Okay--first of all, my new favorite word is "Fucktard." To the best of my knowledge, it was coined by an English ceiling kicker who plans to achieve total world domination and become a facist dictator. He's only 20ish, so he has plenty of time to work out his plans. I have already volunteered to be the stamp licker for his regime in return for political asylum from the fucktard king, George W. Bush. (He does not need to know about my evil empress persona until I chose to reveal it. Then it will be too late for him to do anything about it. heheheeheh)
http://www.e53.org/gatsby/archives/2004/10/
Here is a delightfully anti-Bush site. Great artwork.
My cat is also a fucktard. She insists upon doing all her vomitting in my bed.
I do not understand what drives her to do this. There are several square feet of perfectly acceptable floor to puke on.
On the other hand, it does make me feel better about not having made my bed for two weeks--I had to strip it and wash the quilt because she had puked all over that. I haven't gotten around to taking it out of the dryer yet.
I love my cat...but one of these days, I'm going to beat her with a bat.
*I* am a fucktard because i didn't eat supper last night and it is almost 10 am and I still haven't eaten breakfast or taken my essential medications. And I am starving and beginning to feel depressed--as a result of lack of meds and low blood sugar.
Now, I have to go to the post office and get my mail, which I haven't done for 2 weeks. The postal people are going to go mental on me.
Well. Gotta go. I actually have several more things to bitch about, but I'll save them until later.