Burn.

I’m not in a fluffy, it’s all going to work out like it’s supposed to, mood. Nope, not at all. Why? I don’t really know why. I know I am tired. I know that for the first time since I quit, I really want a cigarette (just one drag off a clove would satisfy me). And I know this anger and lust for a temper tantrum will fade. It’s just a shift in moods, Erica. That’s what I keep telling myself. But damn, sometimes I just want to kick people. So, I remain quiet at my desk. I listen to Arabic Chillout, ignore the looming printer issues, and feel my innards burn with rage.

It will fade. It always does.

7 Responses

  1. Tali Says:

  2. Tali Says:

    Dude.

    I am the dumb today.

    Kitten?

  3. Meow Says:

    Veru cute. Is that a bowl of litter??

  4. Tali Says:

    It is! He is the size of the Post It Note!

  5. Frankie Says:

    His head is HUGGGGGE. I guess thats a baby thing

  6. Meow Says:

    I think it’s perspective.
    More teeth to bite you with!

  7. Frankie Says:

    :: BREAKS OUT IN ITCHY RASH :: How did you know my weakness? Stupid kitty spit

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