I knows that out there a few folks have been already pointing this out to me — I gots them bitch-like tendencies.

Yesterday’s post provides the empirical proof. Bagged full on bitching in public and living the aftermath.

The thing is among the joys of getting a bit older is I give less and less of a shit. Along with my weight gain from working out, where my goal is 200 pounds by Christmas, I’m planning on dying at a ripe old age and not being at all afraid of speaking my mind. I’m learning that last bit, and as I work through the kinks I suspect I will pendulum swing into offensive as I did yesterday.

One day, I predict, I may have some semblance of my shit together, though.