In the beginning, Eve should have hung Adam from that friggin tree then pelted him with that forsaken apple... CRISP THAT!
Sometimes I wish I was married.. sometimes I wake up and wish I had someone who knew to hit the snooze for me at leats once or that first alarm was actually a "you get out of bed first, and by the time i decide to move... bacon better be ready" warning. Sometimes I wish at lunch time I could go to my car and there'd be a note that said my favorite dinner would be waiting for me and that I could pick the shows on tv for the night...
Other times.. like tonight, I'd like to be married so when I get home from a day like today I can creep up the stairs of our home and oh so gently open the bedroom door where my husband sleeps peacefully and in a way that only I can (his one true love, his darling princess) RIP THE COVERS OFF AND UNLEASH THE RAGE THAT IS MY JOB'S WORK. It'd be nice to come home and yell at someone totally undeserving but has to take it. Don't act like you dont do it wives, and husbands let's not pretend your any more innocent but women are built to be a little crazier than thou.
How WONDERFUL would it be to NOT keep your tongue quiet but really just let it all out and get all the nasty thoughts about your boss (that self righteous man child who is obviously so miserable with his own life he has no qualms with sucking the life out of others) and give it to the one person who said they'd love you for better, or worse. Well honey.. shit just got worse. Hold on steady, this angry cowgirl is ready to ride the bull.
I have the hardest time keeping my thoughts to myself as it is but when its my boss' slightly pigged nose jabbing up my beautiful ass for the entirety of my work obligation and i can't say anything about it.. oh. i'm nuts. i'm going nuts.
All I wanted was to either ream Boss a new one or go home to yell at someone but alas, that's not an option. I would feel guilty in an instant.. I'd probably not even yell.. I'd just cry. But I knwo it'd piss me off to see my other half having sweet dreams, while this half felt like I was walking on the other side of a tripped out Ozzy Osbourne fetish, so I'd at least have to wake him up somehow. Maybe clear my throat or "forget" and turn the lights on.. get real passive aggressive on him. Oh yeah baby, real passive.
I was hoping to feel some relief but now I'm just pissed off that the website isn't agreeing with me and I feel judged.
I think tonight I am goign to refer to my previous thoughts on dream punching people and I'm going straight Balboa on Boss' ass...
