Is it Friday?

Seems like it is Friday. All day today I have thought it is Friday and it is bordering on irritating to me now, this particular obsessive thought gone awry. The constant reminders to myself that it is in fact Thursday is becoming highly annoying! It is quite similar to getting a song stuck in your head and not being to get it out. I hate not being able to get things out. Man oh man.

It's sunny outside and were it not still hot it would be a beautiful day. I think it is a beautiful day anyway. Yeah. I feel good right now. Mentally, physically, even emotionally. Spiritually, I feel neither good nor bad. All in all I just feel great. And done without having to choose to feel good. We all know how that one goes, right? Sometimes we feel like do do or caca(insert shit here if you like) for whatever reason but we will act as if we are OK and tell others the same. We will choose to be happy sometimes when we aren't. It is nice not to have to extend that sort of effort. Not today anyway. But what day is today?

Is it Friday?

Fuck me!

Wow, I said fuck on my blog. How fucking crude and repulsive of me. Sorry about that, folks. Fuck that shit. I really don' think very highly of those people who gratuitously spill forth obscenities without reason. It makes no fucking sense whatsoever does it? I use to say fuck a lot but anymore I try not to say fuck too much as it is too fucking decadent a thing to fucking say. Words lose their fucking power or meaning when overused so it makes no fucking sense to say fuck all the time. And I think those people are fucked that fucking say fuck all the time. I bet they don't do the wild thang very fucking much either. Fuck that.

Is it Friday?