I've got a hair trigger temper today. Everything is getting to me. Feeling very.. hopeless? I guess is the word. I want to chop the hell out of my friends list. I want to just severe myself from just about everyone. Because I know (today.. just today) that sooner or later, you're all just going to be total shits.
Partially, I'm feeling sorry for myself. Which I hate... and it makes me cranky because I'm annoyed at *myself*.
Partially, I just feel like Rupert Usher stuck in a pit of steel wool.
All sorts of reasons for this. Blah. BLAH.
and so the fact that this tracking number doesn't work and it's 4:30 and there's still no package is starting to really grate.
Partially, I'm feeling sorry for myself. Which I hate... and it makes me cranky because I'm annoyed at *myself*.
Partially, I just feel like Rupert Usher stuck in a pit of steel wool.
All sorts of reasons for this. Blah. BLAH.
and so the fact that this tracking number doesn't work and it's 4:30 and there's still no package is starting to really grate.
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Except for me, right???
You could only turn into MORE of a shit, Ken.
Long live women with bad tempers!! Just don't let us get too close together while it's happening.