you know what really grinds my gears?

Two words: Fucking gossip.

I have heard a few things lately though not of much significance, it's just gossip gone wild. Somebody said to me that I had been bragging about my husband's cooking, and that he had cooked the entire Thanksgiving feast, and he even made a glaze for the turkey that was comparable to none. Anyone who knows us well knows beyond the shadow of any doubt that my husband CANNOT cook. In fact he is not allowed within 20 feet of any heat-generating appliance for his and others' safety. This rumor is the latest to be circled around, the last one was next near to slander, started by none other than my stupid zio-bitch of an ex-neighbor. It was said that I had done unspeakable acts of pedophilia, even on my children. I was so appalled that I nearly put my fist through a plate-glass window. I realized soon though that she was a fervent supporter of Israel, and that her kind are notorious for this type of insidious defamation. How do you think they get their army to kill innocent defenseless Palestinian children and turn around and portray them as bomb-building terrorists? How the hell you think they manage to spin it to a point so that the international community will buy it? These people are the scourge of the earth really. I can see them doing it to an entire race of people because they have an agenda to push--they want the land, but to do it to a woman who is barely known in the city she currently resides in? I have no real effect on what goes on in the local scene, and there really is no gain from defaming me. It's not like I have any real power, so my guess is that she did it just because she knew she could, and that's the most vicious sort of act. Arbitrarily defaming someone is near to criminal, especially where children are involved. So all I got to say is that this woman who said this about me is three things.

She is a pothead.

She is a pill-popper.

She is a drug dealer.

I've seen all three with my own two eyes and now I say this because I feel like it. I feel better now.

You know what else grinds my gears?

Old people. They are usually the starters and the spreaders of gossip.

I pray when I get old that I have more purpose to the remainder of my life than to get involved in someone else's.