F#@%

That's kind of where I am at right now.  I'm not mad or depressed or anything like that.  I am just, well, fuck.  And sometimes it is a yell and sometimes, under the breath and sometimes, just a statement.  I love the word.  I love the way to hurts a little to say it, if I say it right.  Little pressure on the lip and then that hard K sound at the end. 
(I'd better be careful before this turns into a Forum letter)
Anyway, you know what I am talking about.  There really isn't anything happening.  Football is over and basketball sucks.  All UFC seems to be pay per view.  And I live in West Des Moines, there are no knife fights on the streets.
TV is a big parade of award shows.  Men in fancy suits and women poured into designer dresses.  Thanking God and the producer for the Oscar or Tony or some other guy.  Pretty sure God is not keeping track of the Oscars. 
And then there is the weather - spring sneaking in and then Fuck, it's snowing. 
Here at home there are many moments where the word is so appropriate.  Not in anger unless it is at the cat that puked on the basement stair.  No, usually it is in good humor.  An adjective for all that is good and pure in my day.  
And sometimes it is the only word that fills the void left by anger or despair or pain. 
There is just something about the word.  I know that swearing tends to dumb a person down, but seriously, who am I trying to impress.  Those that love me know I am a potty mouth.  That's why they love me.  Married a Marine but a speak like a sailor.
Now someone with a greater education or appreciation for the English language would tell me to find the words.  What ever should I yell when I catch my toe on the corner of the bed?  What would Danny yell in the middle of a brawl.  What would Jacob yell when the illegals stole the van? 
OUCH!  BEHAVE!  THEIVES!  Nope, FUCK!