DAMMIT!
Seriously, counting to ten just isn't cutting it anymore! I'm not even kidding, I literally spend most of my day in my room, fuming over something, or more often, nothing. At least, nothing which I can identify. And here I thought I was getting better. At least I'm still a step above a few years ago, when I got so angry I tore a 500 page book in half. Not along the spine, mind you, horizontally. 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Not all at once, of course, I'm not Superman. It took weeks of wrenching the book in my hands before a tear developed, and it was really quite a surprise when the book found itself rent in twain. Cheered me up to no end, as well, especially since the book was still required reading in school, so whenever we were discussing it I had to bring out two little books, and of course I would make some obvious joke about how they were both 'Fifty Years of Solitude'. Ahh... good times. I'm feeling better! Sorry I cursed you out, Blogger! In fact, sorry I cursed at all, I try to keep that to a minimum. Hmm... to edit or not... eh. I'll leave it. I'm only using tier two words, ones you can get away with on primetime network TV. If they were tier three (cable) or tier four (HBO and friends) then I'd consider it.
My point remains valid though, whatever it was my point might have been. Something about Blogger and warnings and the world not going out of its way to make me angry. So... I guess I'll try to recreate that XML post sometime later today or tomorrow. Right now, I think I'm going to have some ice cream. Yes, brilliant plan! Goodbye!
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