This post screams "M2 needs Adderall." Oh look, it's Palau?

Wtf is with the Groundhog Day crap? I know this is weeks after the fact, it's been festering in my mind for longer than that.

First of all, and correct me if I'm wrong here, but it just doesn't make sense to me that if the critter sees its shadow, (meaning it's sunny), there's 6 more weeks of winter; and conversely, if it doesn't see it's shadow, (meaning it's not sunny), spring is here.

What the hell twisted logic is this? Sun = more winter; Clouds = spring? No. Just no.

People are always, "Oh, well, you can't really rely on a meteorologist's forecast because it's unreliable and people are stupid." But we're gonna trust a groundhog with its prediction? They aren't even smart enough to avoid traffic. And I use the term "prediction" loosely here because most of the time some asshole in a top hat, overcoat, and a monocle is pulling the thing out of its hole. Why does the groundhog have to do it? Any idiot can go outside and see if they have a shadow on February 2nd every year and come to the same assinine conclusion.

If you want the groundhog to have its own day, let them have it and give them all smoking jackets and a few pina coladas. And try not to run any over with your car. That would be a happy Groundhog Day. For them.

Also, can someone tell me what in the fucking fuck Palau is?

I live in Pennsylvania. Therefore, when I have to enter in an address and I come to the state pull-down menu, I press the 'P' key. And 87.3% of the time this "state" called Palau comes up in its place and I have to push an extra button (the down arrow key), which is kind of an unneccesary hassle and huge inconvenience.

And finally, one more thing I'd like to bitch about is this Valentine's Day shit storm. Friday night? Me and Franzia were celebrating our devotion to one another and I hear from not one, but three of my ex's in one night? Give me a fucking break.

I not only had to talk to my ex fiance, but I had see him to give him his daughter whom I was watching (long story, me and her mom have a great relationship and they moved into my complex.) Jello even calls me Mama #2. Mama #1 had a V-Day date and my ex Lincoln Log was having trouble removing his choker chain from around his neck to get away from his grandma girlfriend, and was as usual, running late. Well, LL, I hope you ate your goddamn heart out and got a nice view of my now famous cleavage and slammin' ass as I walked away from you. Your size 0, A-cup, stick figure, crack whore ain't got nothin' on me. *Wink*

And the others? Not even worth an honorable mention.

Hey Cupid! What else you got?

Motherfucker.