Today I am a grump.
I feel like shit. Just the general low grade piece of garbage that needs to be tossed out the window while driving because set piece of garbage is so rancid that it needs to be disposed of RIGHT away and not at the next pit stop, and it will never properly be dispose of it because no one has the courage, or the time, to clean the side of the highway and this piece of garbage will call the lonely dirty curb it's home, AND THEN this piece of trash will one day be found by archaeologists years from now because it's so toxic that it didn't even decompose and over time has produced a weird green glowing gew and some soft purple fuzz that someone will photograph and the picture will be beautiful in that sad sort of destroyed way and it will be studied in art classes and undergrads will comment on how 'ironic' it is and essays will be written how the green gew and purple fuzz are symbols for our society.
I don't know what is worse, how dramatic I just got, or how long that run on sentence was.
The aim of the post is to communicate that I am a grump and therefore people are annoying me.
I almost punched my sister, pissed off my mother, and bulldozed the city on my way home from a day at work where I was being a class A Bitch.
Instead I just cried.
I watched The Great Gastby. The one with Leo, because he is hubba hubba. I now don’t know if I should chug a bottle of Champaign or sit down and write a poem. My emotional radar be wack. But I do feel emotionally better.
That’s all - I'm short and dramatic when I'm a gremlin.
Stay Gutsy,
-Tegan