Who cares?

Well, here we are. First post. Not that I imagine anyone gives a fuck though, although a grain of hope deep down inside always thinks that world would just love to hear what you're saying.

I think I'm swearing too much. I was at Wednesday night games, treating it like Monday night games with my friends. We were getting slaughtered at "Shadows over Camelot," when I quite reasonably thought and said "We're getting fucked in the arse here." Now we were quite clearly getting fucked painfully in the arse, but the point is perhaps I shouldn't have said that.

This thought was only reinforced when I was at Monday night games (you following?) recounting this anecdote when my friend's 3 year old looked at me and said "That's a naughty word." And this from a household with occasional swearing.

So unless I want little Esther's first words to be "I need some more rice cereal you f*cking c**t sucking motherf*cker," I need to reduce the swearing. I see this as Ness' fault. I've asked her to pull me up when I swear, but she just won't. So it must be her fault.

I've got a couple of games on order from milsims, which may or may not arrive anytime soon. Of course, this is just social drug use compared to friendless' full on coke habit. I can give it up at any time. I just don't want to.