1. It’s fucking hot.
   • Seriously.
2. I’m a fucking vulgar son of a bitch.
   • I don’t necessarily see this as being a bad thing, just stating it as fact.
3. Having two sets of earphones hooked up to two different audio sources is fucking confusing.
   • Because it never fails, I’ll always put the wrong pair in my ears…
4. I just don’t know that I care anymore.
   • Seriously.
5. I’m pretty sure that I don’t care what you think.
   • Not so much a specific you, just you.
6. The new Executive ADA on Law & Order is fucking irritating.
   • I do think it’s cool that McCoy is the D.A. now, and Connie is really hot…
7. I’m not sure how I feel about Munch being the C.O. on SVU.
   • He is probably my favorite detective on SVU, but I really Cragen

Okay, so maybe I’m only kinda damn sure about some of this shits, but whatever…  Fuck it, I’m out bitches!

Ok, so myabe you don’t know this about me, but I have major personal space issues.  Sometimes they’re quite managable, on days like that someone can touch me and I might not even notice.  Somedays tapping me on the shoulder will make my hands tighten into white fists requiring all restaint for me not to punch you in the fucking face.  Somedays standing within two feet of me will result in a black eye…

This isn’t exactly a new thing, and it can make sex very awkward…

A certain person seems to think I need hugs everyday, from day one I told her I didn’t need or want a hug.  I told her I have personal space issues.  I told her not to ever under any circumstance touch.

I hate her.

For damn near three years I’ve want to do some work on my portfolio site.  I don’t want a redesign, I’m pretty happy with the current design.  I’ve been meaning to implement comment.  I’ve been meaning to completely recode the site, it isn’t very elegant…  A week ago I started working on it.  Everything started smooth, had comments running in half an hour.  Had them just about the way I wanted them a few hours later.  And was completely satisfied with them the next morning, sorry no link…

Then I hit a snag.  The button to close the comments needed to link from the single post back to the category archive, not exactly a simple task.  For a week a tried writing a php function that would do that.  I was completely unsuccessful.

Then tonight I took my dog for a walk.  I had spent hours trying to figure out how to get the link working, wishing there was a way to add information to a post specific to that post.  And that’s when it hit me, as Finch lifted his leg to pee on a tree.  The meta tag.  Don’t remember why I knew that tag, it’s not a tag used in most wordpress themes, I used it for something specific once.  It answered atleast three of the problems I was having…  Granted this means editing 193 posts, it was something I was gonna have to do anyway.

I might actually finish the site this week…

Still not quite ready, but it’s coming along…

I have a theory that the reason this site sucks so fucking badly is because I just don’t fucking care.  I don’t care to write anything.  Everything is forced.  This site sucks, I hate it.