Cyclothymic Cister

Before the Internet, I used to lie in bed at night composing thoughts as if I were talking to a wise entity. (An actual face never came to mind). I would re-word and re-phrase the thoughts till they were crystal clear. Now I can blog. And hopefully, there are a lot of wise people with real faces out there who might just comment back.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Putting it Succinctly


My oldest daughter lives in small rural community where she works at a local diner/ country store. One of the patrons there is handicapped (political correctness aside). He got hit in the head with a log when he was a young man, which affected his speech and rendered him partially paralyzed. My daughter says he is a very nice man and everyone loves him. The thing is, in addition to “yes” and “no” the only three words he can say are: sh_t, f__k, and d_mn.

You know, sometimes those are the only words you need.