"FUCK"

As someone new to the blogger scene, I must admit that I do worry about offending the sensibilities of my readers (the multitudes of them).  And, as luck would have it, I have friends (readers) that will tell me that they would like to read the whole truth, explitives and all.  So, here's to you, my wonderful friends... a "FUCK" posting.

I went to Starbucks to get my needs met this morning - caffiene and attention.  Two addictions that I have and will admit to.  Yes, in my mind, everyone in the Starbucks notices when I walk in.  They are all thinking about me - what I'm wearing, where I came from, where I'm going, what I do for a living... God I'm gorgeous... you know, the regular stuff.  And FUCK!  There were two people behind the counter and two people in the store.  Four fucking people.  I'm sorry, that just doesn't fill my needs.  So much so that I actually told the cashier, "This is where I get my people watching needs met and this just doesn't do it for me."  She chuckled and looked at me like I was a little nuts - oh, and gave me my coffee.  At least I got the caffiene I went in for. Fuck (what I mumbled under my breath after getting in the car).


I, of course, use the word plenty - in my thoughts, out loud, when singing to the radio (and now, in my blog)... BUT, when my daughter says it - hey now!  That's a bad word!  Good God, don't use that word around me.  Where in the fuck did you get the idea you could use it?  Uh...  Oh...  Well, then...  One of those moments when you can't even apply the "do as I say, not as I do"...

Sooooo... there was this ONE day where my daughter, her friend and I were walking to a meeting together and she was noticeably agitated. She used it - the "F" word.  She used it as an adjective and an explitive.  I asked her not to use the word.  She said that she would "fucking use it if she wanted to".  I asked her not to use that "fucking word".  Her friend giggled.  She smiled.  They threw the word back and forth to each other in conversation.  They threw it back at me.  I delighted in telling them to "fuck off", asking "what the fuck?" and then finally instructing them to "shut the fuck up".  We all laughed.  By then we had made it to our destination. Agitation gone...It was fucking awesome.