Nothing seems to be going my way

Hey, y'all remember how I fought for my country, had a slight nervous breakdown and am now left with emotional scarring.

Fucking Bituach Leumi has decided to reject my plea for the money I fucking deserve!
That's a month's worth of money the country fucking owes me!
Some bureaucratic asshole stamped "Rejected" on my papers.

Oh, no. No, no, no, this government, which I didn't even bloody well vote for, is not going to screw me over again!

They had a war, now they've got me and my Mother! To deal with, they'll be running to Assad after I'm done with them!

Damn it's good to feel angry.

Very Short Stories

Wired magazine put out a six word short story challenge to writers with excellent results.

Here are my ( favourites )

And my one ( least )

I mean really man, that was totally written before!

And of course, my own little ( attempts )

What a fun little exercise.

And one from my ( Mother )

(no subject)

A little over twenty four hours after that really bad day on Wednesday.
I'm feeling a whole lot better.
Daddy is going to ask his accountant what's happening with the money I'm owed, because it'd be a real shame for me to not to actually get the money I'm due.

I'm preparing for NaNoWriMo, I have and idea and everything, I'll keep people updated with it, not to worry.
I thought I had something of actual substance to add, but not really.

Just thought it would be worth mentioning that I'm feeling better.