Uff-Duh

My dear, departed grandmother Kunze always used to say Uff-Duh when she was frustrated. I say fuck when I'm frustrated.

FUCK, FUck, fuck.

I'm obsessing about this decision, and it might all be out of my control. Considering I'm a certifiable control freak, that's fucking scary. It means my brain is working overtime: weighing all the options, picturing all the kids who would be pissed at me. . .but being totally relived that I wouldn't have to learn much more about Adobe Creative Suite CS2. I know enough to start up a newspaper at the alternative school, which I also happen to have experience doing.

Pros and cons. Yes and No. Grey areas, and maybes. Uff-Duh FUCK.