Respect.

Someone told me they felt unrespected by them. Well, I will admit I am at fault. I have let some things get out of hand.

Now is not a good time for me. It's winter. Historically, I get all emo and crap this time of year. It's the cold weather. This year I have tried super duper hard to not get down on myself for not having a fucking job. That's right, I said fucking job. I think that was the first swear word uttered on this blog ever.

What does that term mean? Well, using that bomb as an adjective puts a lot of emphasis on the object. It means that it's important enough to cause some sense of frustration. Oh boy is it.

But whatever. It's always my fault.