Sometimes the anger bubbles up from the tips of your toes, from a well so deep within your soul it makes you wonder dear GOD what did I ever do to deserve this. Sometimes the anger is so overwhelming you are frozen in your tracks, unable to move forward or back for fear that you might EXPLODE with rage. Sometimes the burden of being constantly in orbit is so unbearable you PRAY for supernovae.
This is where I am today.
This is where I am doomed to stay.
You want I should kick anyone in the babymaker? Cause I totally will.
ReplyDeleteI'm fine.
ReplyDeleteI recommend gin for these situations.
ReplyDeleteDoes it make you less angry? Not exactly. But it does seem to make things better. I really don't question the "how/why" of it.
Exploding? I think that polka dots are, like, what happens after something explodes. That's why they make us so happy.
ReplyDeleteLast time I exploded with rage, I heard my four-year-old using variations of "fuck" for the following two-months. It was totally worth it though.
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