So that the swear words are isolated and the normal words are quiet.

This is what happens when I try to censor myself around little ears that are prone to repeating things.

Most people don’t wanna have to explain why their toddler is walking around daycare telling everyone to “get fucked”.

I mean really, I don’t actually care.

If they have a problem with how I talk then they can get fucked themselves.

But I try to behave myself.

Because as much as I wanna talk to people to begin with, the last thing I wanna do is talk to someone about how their kid can’t hear things like “fuckwad” or “shit housed”.

I wanna talk about that as much I wanna talk about gun control or the economy.

I don’t.

I’d rather just be left alone to read my comics in peace, thanks.

Yesterday was a fucking busy day.

I was swamped with work.

It was awesome.

The worst part was the few minutes of downtime in between clients.

Then no amount of coffee could keep me awake and alert.

Thank goodness for parking lots…

Today is going to be equally busy.

Bank run, then all the clients.

And then basketball tonight.

Whomp. Whomp.

Now I must away.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC