Okay, so where’m I? I’m not home, that’s for goll-dang sure. I’m not anywhere in Manhattan or the tri-state area (which I think for New York includes Connecticut and New Jersey) (my “tri-state area” reference is still set by default on “Pennsylvania”, even though I have not lived there for more than seven years). All I know is that I am not in a state that rhymes with Stew Pork, and I am not quite sure there are any Jews or scrambled tofu within a 200-mile radius.
Your challenge: Tell me where I am. (And if you already know, pretend you don’t, and tell me where you wish I were.)
And … go!
When it comes to controlling my anger, I just say no. This could explain why people look at me askance so often….
I went to an anger management class. The instructor yelled at me for being late.
I wore a rubber band to keep myself from eating sweets. You don’t even want to know what mine said when it broke free. (it did include the words “fatty fatty – 2 by 4…” and was extremely hurtful *sigh*) So I could see where this was going. It was bound to happen. Rubber bands canNOT be trusted under all that pressure. I hope our bands are together somewhere, in a pile of pigeon poop. Heh.
I went to anger management class. Now I have much more effective and precise use of anger.
The quickest way to a man’s heart is through the left side of the back. between the second and third rib.
My ANGRY comment has been held for approval. THAT MAKES ME MAD!!!
My ANGRY comment has been held for approval. THAT MAKES ME MAD!!!
You really have a gift for writing. Thanks for sharing it.
Holy Fuck!!
Well, Sally, that’s certainly a lot easier than trying to do it without holes. And not nearly as messy, either. Well, usually.
Ds, not messy? You’re doing it wrong then!!
i’d tell you to embrase your bitchiness, but embrasing is such a “warm fuzzy” of an action.
i’d tell you to embrase your bitchiness, but embrasing is such a “warm fuzzy” of an action.