A Sow's Ear

If I have learned one thing about people it is every now and then everyone needs a good bitch slap. In hind sight I wish someone had bitch slapped me when I needed it most. Lately I am getting very fed up with my community of friends and acquiantences. I watch some of these people trying to put round pegs in square holes and screwing with other people's lives to get back at someone and it makes me sick. As the resident non-threating homo I tend to be a sounding board for all types here and let me tell you this: I am sick of it. This adolescent war is over as far as I am concerned, and if I need to knock a few heads together to end it . . . SO BE IT!

Speaking of bitch slaps. Mark my words, a particular person at this theatre is about to recieve the BITCH-SLAP-HEARD-ROUND-THE-WORLD. Because the Crazy Train Express has pulled into Scarlet Pimpernel Rehearsal Station and shows no sign of leaving. I truly think that (person who shall remain nameless due to federal libel laws) is so truly insane that physical violence is the only cure left. And I don't think there is a jury in the world that would convict me. In fact I may get some type of commendation.