Happy Gingerday everyone!

Happy gingerday drods and bods. I am safely returned from another nonsmoochfilled afternoon in town, I am about to embark on a run of at least 10k, and tonight, the paramour informs me, we are going to a bar so freaking hip, so NOW, so what bleedin' evah, it doesn't even have an actual name! How cuttin' edge is that?
Also I am well pleased because it is Gingerday and this means it is the end of another wet Irish Summer week, and although my threshold for boredom be low, I have never in all my years decided to butcher my features. For this I am truly thankful, I own cats, true, but I never tried to pull that look off for myself. All of us should take a moment to be grateful to whatever god of ID who watches over us that never once have any of us looked in the mirror and said, 'gee, today I think I'd like to look like a tadpole or a cheetah or maybe even a aardvark'.
I am also truly pleased that I am not a hateful manipulative overindulged batshit insane hypocrite filled with bile and guile and fetid imaginings, that I can get up in the morning and face myself in the mirror and not think, 'what face will I put on, what cloak of martyrdom will I shroud myself in today, what whinging sniveling dribbling OOZING slug-pussed pond swill will I engage in to seek attention?'
Oh no. let us be grateful we don't dance in those shoes.
So, with this in mind I wish you a happy weekend. And remember, acting like a demented cunt* and being sorry about it after doesn't make you any less of a demented cunt, just a sorry demented cunt.
( apologies to the Major for hijacking his word, but it was appropriate)