I distrust people who are nice all the time. I particularly distrust people who are nice about other people all the time.
Either they are liars or they are naive.
That’s one of the reasons I married Herself. She is never nice. Ever.
Nobody is nice all the time, unless they are zonked out on something pharmaceutical.
Today is one of my days for being particularly nasty.
I’m in foul form. I have a headache, a pain in my arse and I’m tired. I feel like killing something.
I was going to pick a blog at random and tear it to shreds, but that’s no fun. Anyway it has been tried before, and all they got was praise. More people being nice.
Then I toyed with the idea of getting a photo of Brian Cowan and Photoshopping it to make him ugly. But nature has beaten me to it.
I might go out later to the village. It’s a few days since I pissed off some tourists. Maybe that’s what I need?
Or I might go out and hack down some trees [preferably someone else’s].
Or I might go into town and help old ladies across the road. Of course, I’d abandon them half way just as the lights changed.
Anyone got any cute little kittens I can borrow, to tie tin cans to their tails?
I need cheering up.
But if anyone says anything nice….