Some Curly's Birthday This Has Turned Out To Be

First, the landlord has to start demolishing the balcony, today, so Curly doesn't get to hang out in his Favorite Spot in His Known World.

Then...

Son of a motherless goat. I hate that shit.

I think I understand her reasons, though... and I suspect they go far beyond this one incident. The vibe was there*, and who knows what the new management team @ WKRN plans to do with the whole "experiment," anyway?

"What lesson were we to have learned?" I'll tell you, you thick-skulled simpleton: If you're liberal, don't fucking die, because some Cheetos-stained, hateful scumbag will write something nasty about you when you do. And it may be someone's job -- someone who's very much your ideological sibling -- to point out with as little vitriol as one can possibly muster, that someone wrote that vile shit about you.

I feel bad that I even brought it up. But knowing how seriously Brittney approached her job, I'm sure she saw it in her newsfeed long before that. Even on a weekend.

I miss her already. Best to ya, Blogdiva.

* Right after before that, I'd sent her an e-mail with a job opening. I hope she gets it, 'cause it sounds kickass, and she deserves to get a kickass job.
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