Son of a Motherless Goat

Son of a Motherless Goat!!!!

I fucking hate villagephotos file hosting service...almost as much as I hated their regular photo hosting service! I'll be moving my files TOMORROW! Then the template will be back....again.

HNT: There's just nothing to say about this one.....

EEEEEKKKK!

FINALLY! Some good news. And when I say good, I mean GOOD GOOD news. I can't tell you what it is. Really. I can't. For a price has been put on my head if I do, but when the time comes I shall share the joy.

*doin' a 70's-style Saturday Night Fever jig*

Whatever

OK, so that last post was on the verge of maudlin shite, but I don't fuckin' care. I'm tired...and cranky...like I said. This is what my life boils down to right now:

My great-uncle that died was awesome. He was a good man. He trained racehorses. He was a cowboy. A real one. He gave good hugs when I was four. He had the bluest eyes in the family...right after my grandpa.

My uncle--the one pissing on everyone's parade for money--is up to NO GOOD and is an asshat.

I would love to quit both my jobs, ditch my degree, and go to work for the Federal Reserve so we could pay asshat off and NEVER SPEAK TO HIM AGAIN. It's terribly grown-up-feeling to realize you loathe one of your relatives. I love my relatives...and loved this one up until, oh, 7 months ago or so. Now I have no respect...NO RESPECT for him at all. I wish I could tell him what I really think of him. I wish I could knock him over. I wish I could turn him in to the cops. I wish I could make him stand naked in a town square and be pointed and laughed at. I wish I could expose him for the fraud he really is. I wish I could make him hurt as badly as he's hurt all of us over the years.

I look like and feel like 7 miles of bad road. I don't care.