i love everyone

my bowels, however - they do not love me one bit.

it's not like i've treated them well or anything. if someone abused and misused me for nearly a quarter of a century, i doubt i'd love them. i used to always gloat how i had a stomach of steel - i don't believe it's just turned it's back on me and left; maybe it's just taking a minor hiatus because i have not been feeding it well. the only thing expensive i put in here is alcohol.

well, i know my mission. have a good 4^th of july!