Some people I will never like but I can respect. Some people cause vivid memories of scaring the crap out of my brother by taking a butcher knife and stabbing an empty Pepsi can repeatedly or the taking of some glass bottle and throwing it against the house [the other one] in a seething rage. That last one was quite theatrical as my aim was off, so I hit someplace on the second floor and there was this shower of glass shards. Very spiffy if you ignore the fact that there was a mess and a half to clean up. :p
Yeah, some might say this screams "anger management!" and I might agree... if I really wanted to stab those idiots or throw breakables at them.
Currently feeling extremely stressed out emotionally. I think my stress-o-meter is currently broken as I'm feeling all kinds of twitchy annoyance over things that just aren't all that annoying. Only it's less feel and more react. So, blah and stressed.
Grr. Like dear silly friend called asking if she could crash here Sunday because she's fighting with her boy toy today. Yet they've made up, despite him being an ass and the fact that she's not even taking the time to you know, kick his ass out of bed for the night. Oi. Maybe I've just been raised on the wrong TV and things, but being told that stabbing you in the back is standing up for you is an offense punishable by losing your bed rights. :p
But what do I know? I have obviously never felt this chemical reaction in my brain causing me to go stark raving stupid.
Now, if I clean up for her arrival, she won't show [like the last 12 times]. If I don't clean on the assuption she won't show, she will. What to do, what to do...
Sleep. That's what.
But first...

And...

You know you love Bertha. Admit it.
Yeah, some might say this screams "anger management!" and I might agree... if I really wanted to stab those idiots or throw breakables at them.
Currently feeling extremely stressed out emotionally. I think my stress-o-meter is currently broken as I'm feeling all kinds of twitchy annoyance over things that just aren't all that annoying. Only it's less feel and more react. So, blah and stressed.
Grr. Like dear silly friend called asking if she could crash here Sunday because she's fighting with her boy toy today. Yet they've made up, despite him being an ass and the fact that she's not even taking the time to you know, kick his ass out of bed for the night. Oi. Maybe I've just been raised on the wrong TV and things, but being told that stabbing you in the back is standing up for you is an offense punishable by losing your bed rights. :p
But what do I know? I have obviously never felt this chemical reaction in my brain causing me to go stark raving stupid.
Now, if I clean up for her arrival, she won't show [like the last 12 times]. If I don't clean on the assuption she won't show, she will. What to do, what to do...
Sleep. That's what.
But first...

And...

You know you love Bertha. Admit it.