I’ve pissed a few people off on Twitter this morning.
Even people I like and have considered buds. It happens.
And, no, this isn’t an apology, because I think offense was either a) wrongly taken or b) deserved, depending who’s doing the saying.
I ranted about business-types and how keen they are to ladle praise onto their colleagues or companions, but how little genuine thanks gets expressed for the Little Things.
Like anything sandwiched into 140 words, a lot gets painted in broad strokes, and people get hurt, and I’m sorry for some of the offense I’m sure is being felt right now. But I don’t think it makes my point any less valid or needing of saying.
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I’m at the tail-end of a ceremonial shot of Jack Daniels. I’m celebrating.
Trendy these days is the acronym “FML”, short for “Fuck My Life.”


