March Madness

I started a twitter feed called BitterBill. I love it really. Allows me to get really pissed off and express it in 140 characters or less. I'll still be blogging here periodically, like what I've been doing wasn't already periodically.



But now, it's even more likely. When I'm so inspired, I can simply log on and post, "Why the fuck doesn't this $160 shirt just automatically fit me forever. Do I really need to outgrow it? I'm 36 goddamned years old. You'd think I'd be done growing. Apparently, I'm just starting though. Need to work out. Hate people that work out."


OK, apparently I'm just a fat load, and that's way more than 140 characters. But keep an eye out. My bitterness may dissipate in the Springtime, but it never disappears entirely.

Wondering how long I can keep this middle finger as my icon.