Hold onto your britches 'cause I am on a roll. Hot damn!
It's that time of the month again (well, almost time) and my hormones literally take control of my whole being. If I had my choice, I'd be able to walk around during these days with a large ICEE always within arms reach to dump on top of people's heads. Yes, that puts a smile on my face. See? I go from happy, happy, happy to fuck you, fuck you and fuck you very much. It all depends on when you catch me.
You'd think I'd learn from my experience of posting on other popular blogs (open wide and insert foot) that that I'd mind my own business and let other mentally well-balanced people express their opinion. Nope. A blog that I read on occasion, one of which makes me laugh and am a fan of (I swear), posted a story that I felt was wonderfully written, but elementary. Granted I could NEVER write a story that well, I felt slighted because he is a professional blogger, soon to be published author and well, I expected more dammit. And now here comes the wave (it's a small wave, almost miniscule) of regret from opening my big mouth. I could save myself so much heartache (in all facets of my life) if I just learned how to SHUT THE FUCK UP. Here's my post:
I think you're a great writer. A big imagination. I see the humor...really I do. But, in real life, I don't think the clerk would give a fuck...cause not a big deal. The set-up was entertaining though. Posted by: Michelle June 21, 2008
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