So, you know when things build up and you find yourself yelling at the dude in front of you who drives 10km under the speed limit down a one lane street for 5 km and then you, because fate is bitch, follow this same dude into a parking lot where he stops smack dab in the middle of the driving lane to let his overweight wife out in front of the door?
No? Great, well now you know where I am at anyway.
I am mad that a friend can't just move on with her life already.
Mad that there are those that I will never agree with and even worse, we can't even agree when one of us doesn't understand how to be civil. The match is lit and the gas has been poured on that bridge, let me tell you.
Mad that I barked at Jay last night over something completely and utterly ridiculous. Just to prove my point... he was drying the pots that I had handwashed and I got upset that he didn't put the dirty dishes on the table in the dishwasher first.
Uh huh, I did.
50% of men in the world will only dry dishes if asked to do so directly. Another 25% won't even do it when asked.
Um yeah, consider me slinking away with my tail between my legs.
I am just mad that I am mad.
And it's snowing. Consider yourself warned.
*cracks open vodka at 10:24am*