Wait, no, let me rephrase that. I'm fucking fed up.
Whew. That feels better. I've been told to speak my mind and today in this odd blogging world and I've been slightly nervous. The things I think aren't always becoming; they are thoughts that won't always make friends, but they usually influence people.
Today a good f-bomb was all that was needed to break that meek little mouse ceiling. Sometimes, if I don't say it, no one will. Don't say I didn't warn you.
What naughty little habit do you have to clear your cobwebs?
When something a little stronger is needed, and a stiff drink is unavailable, try throwing a phone book at the floor. A trick learned from my mother, it usually does the trick.
Happy hurling,
L
I'm sorry that things hit a boiling point. I've never used the phone book trick. May have to use that. Usually I just fall back on getting loud and profane ;) Your mom's way sounds more therapeutic.
ReplyDeleteI like the phone book method too, but be warned - people may look at you funny. It works best if you really chuck it at the floor, and then it is a little harder to say you didn't "mean" to.
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