I think I need to clarify a couple of points from my previous blog…
1. I do dislike my job. I am a Foster Care Social Worker and I moonlight as a college professor. I don’t mind the kids so much as the adults… That is, the kids with whom I work, my adorable, sweet, innocent darling children make my life a little brighter. My boss (egotistical asshole) is only one person who makes life miserable at work. The birth parents can be rather — stupid — but I expect that. The paperwork is definitely an enemy of mine… Ugh! I so strongly dislike paperwork that I really want to tip the scale a bit further and just say that I **hate** paperwork!
2. When I say that I like cussing, smoking, drinking, and sex, I don’t mean that I get some kind of life fulfillment from these activities. Using profanity is like using any other word. Why say crap when I can say shit? What’s the difference in their meaning? Smoking used to be a social thing for me… Now I’m up to like a half pack a day (oh, I should really cut back!). I enjoy smoking because during those three minutes, I get a little me time, or a little social time. I don’t (usually) drink to get drunk. I will have a beer or two with my pizza or wings, a glass of wine with my dinner, a few mixed drinks if I’m out with friends. I find nothing wrong with that. Generally, everyone who is in a relationship enjoys, loves, and definitely gets fulfillment from sex. The intimacy is my favorite… *blushes*
I guess the blog is going in an if-you-really-want-to-know-how-I-feel-about-something-then-read-this kind of direction.