There, that feels…about the same. I’ve always been told that admitting a problem is the first step, but I seem to be incapable of moving past that. Instead, I stand angrily at the first step pulling all the people trying to brush past back down to my level. The real problem is that people seem to be amused by my angry shenanigans. I feel as though I might calm down if not for people laughing at my outlandish expectations of people and my steady stream of ridiculous threats.
This is why a blog is an ideal outlet. It was either this or climbing a clock tower with a high-powered rifle. The biggest factor in that decision was that I don’t think I would do well in prison. (I’ve determined that my prison name would be “Hot Potato” since I am good-looking, Irish, and I would be passed around rather quickly.)
So, here we go. They say that misery loves company so I’m trying to bring as many people along on this road-rage filled ride as I can. Thanks for coming on the trip.
Now sit down, put on your seat belt, and don’t even think about touching the fucking radio.
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