Monday, August 23, 2010

You Say 'Psycho Bitch' Like It's a Bad Thing ...

I have plans today. That I should be leaving for about five minutes ago, but whilst showering I contemplated a comment that I have become a 'psycho bitch.' Trust me, this isn't a new trait. I think it lies dormant in most people. For me it generally does not rear its ugly head often, and as I said it's only about 5% of the time that it completely consumes my thoughts and then I go and type out some rant about what I'm feeling, and then I have done with it. The other 95% of the time I am a completely functioning member of society and a lovely and charismatic person to be around.

Such is one of the many glories of having an anonymous outlet through which to vent my frustrations. Otherwise I may unload all of this onto someone who could receive it any number of ways. I think general reception from my (mostly) male audience would be 'Psycho Bitch' so I'm glad I have an audience on which to test the validity or craziness of my thoughts.

Whereas I'm usually like this:

'Hm, I wonder if he likes chocolate chip cookies or ginger nut cookies ...'

Sometimes a nagging voice will be more like this:



'Cheating son of a ...!!'
Not really though. But I do struggle with some bipolar thoughts now and again. Not in the clinical sense. I think people need to stop taking me so literally. Do you really think I'm unaware that the second picture of Britney Spears I put up yesterday is photoshopped? I am not. She has never been obese, but it was an extreme example, as is the one above. I would never stoop to murder. At least not with a butcher's knife. Too messy.
Nor do I sit at home baking all day. Realistically that ends up like this:
'No, everything's fine! Really! Just DON'T COME IN!'

I make Grey cook.

Okay now I am actually late for my very important business. I'm a very sought after person I'll have you know.

I need a code symbol for when I'm being sarcastic. Maybe " ¡ " ... or you could just start assuming that everything I write is in a sarcastic tone.

That is all. I need to go get mum to take me to the station.

Au revoir, lovers.

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