Well ya gotta have fri-EEEEEEENNNNNNDDDDDSSSSSS!!!!!

For those listening in my head, this sounds exactly like Bette Midler singing...

For reasons I still cannot legally disclose on the internet (don't I sound so interesting) I got some craptastic news yesterday.  And like most craptastic news, it involves money.  Most notably the lack of it.  And I was livid.
I immediately went to my online girlfriends and launched into a profane diatribe that used a word that starts with F and rhymes with duck.  A. Lot.
Do my girls shirk from this abuse?  Even the super sweet ones that I would desperately try not to cuss in front of?  Nope.  They join in with a string of curses that would make a gypsy grandmother proud!  Wishes for financial failure was for amateurs.  One wanted the evil doers shoved down a flight of stairs (remind me to stay on the good side of a certain librarian from Ohio).  My favorite though was a wish for an airplane to empty their chemical toilet over my persecutors house.  That ante was upped with a wish that the crumb bums be standing outside their house, looking up with their mouths open during said chemical toilet flushing. 
This is why I love my girls.  The indulge my righteous indignation and join in.  There was no calm, cool headed discussions of how to win legitimately.  I know how to do that.  My pals knew I needed to be pissed off, and were right there with me.  They knew I needed an outlet, not advice.  Plotting revenge has never been so damn sweet...
 And for those not so blessed with evilly minded friends...