Monday, July 02, 2007

Frances Farmer will blah blah blah

I have just rediscovered my greatest gift - it certainly must be a gift as it’s something I don’t have to work at and would prefer not to have. It’s the ability to end up as the biggest bitch in any situation that requires one – no matter how I feel about the subject.

And so, forgive me, I’m off to slash my wrists/eat an enormous amount of chocolate and make myself even more of a social pariah. It’s a choose your own adventure, go for it.

I have nothing left to say that doesn’t include ‘fuck’ and ‘off’ and, quite possibly, ‘zark’, ‘smeg’, ‘farathoom’, ‘thalldrap’, or ‘vixaxn’.

3 comments:

nailpolishblues said...

Oh, and sorry, for any of you that hadn’t previously noticed, or who maybe took the rants for the real thing, this is me genuinely angry. It takes a while to get going and then it burns and burns and burns. It’s a failing, I know, you’ll understand why I am extremely reluctant to lose my temper but I’ve well and truly lost it now.

I think maybe I’ve had enough of this garbage. I also think that maybe I have the right to not bend over backwards to people who won’t extend the same courtesy to me because they find me too stupid or my emotional structure too stolid or simply because they’re rude and selfish and don’t believe that anybody else matters.

Yes, I remain furious.

JahTeh said...

I love a bitch who can chuck a good wobbly. Maintain the rage and eat chocolate. Chocolate is always courteous, well behaved, unselfishly delivers much goodness and genuinely cares.

nailpolishblues said...

I didn't chuck a very good one - but I'm sticking with it anyway.

You can only hold back for so long, you know?