A First and Final Pimp for Sprache XI

A first and final pimp for Sprache XI. The link is to Part B, but the first part is provided in the list of links to previous chapters, and that's all I'm going to say on the matter because the Red Bloat put in a belated appearance today, and when it arrives on the scene, I have an alarming propensity for jamming my crazy pants on my head and flailing melodramatically about how no one appreciates my genius and screaming that they can all jolly well go fuck themselves, the ungrateful shits. Then, once the hormonal fugue has lifted, I realize what an ass I've been and am overcome with embarrassment. I still think I'm a genius, however. Shut up; it's the only arrogance, indeed, the only confidence, that remains to me, so let me have it.

If you're interested, there it is. If you're not, then don't read it, but for God's sake, don't leave a promise to read and comment. It's well-intentioned, I know, but when you promise and the comment never appears, I spend several days anxiously awaiting my nugget of joy, and several more days feeling pathetic and deflated. If you want to read it, but are too busy or lazy to comment, then read it and don't tell me. You'll be happy, and I'll be none the wiser. Everybody wins, or at least no one loses.


Dear Bank,

Did you really have to murder a tree and waste a sheet of high-gloss paper to tell me to use my bank card for back-to-school savings? Really? You're struggling because one of your biggest debtors defaulted on their loan, but you can afford to mass-mail flyers for back-to-school deals? Kiss my dented ass, you screaming, frothing jackwagons.


Now I'm going to be moody and hormonal out of public view.