This year has been the biggest test of my patience to date. I've never been the type of person without a strong opinion that I'm more than willing to give. Sure, it's gotten me into some trouble over the years, but hey, I've never been one to mince words if the situation called for it.
But what made the last 4 or so months so trying was that motherfuckers don't know when to stop pushing me. Yearbook, house shit...they just don't understand that once I've lost my temper, you're already on the "I'll fuck you up" ghetto revisited side of me. (And for the record, especially for nitpicky folks like Steven, yes I am from the ghetto. East New York, Brooklyn for a fact and I lived there for almost 20 years off and on with the brief laying down of the hat in Queens and Orange County. I don't have to drag out a ghetto pass for effect, m'kay?) I am the type to rage and hold a grudge, so right now I have a clear crystalline hatred for most of the senior class and my disgusting fellow residents. They can eat shit and die.
Oh, a bad mood? Me? Perhaps. I can't confirm or deny that.
Posted by Candicissima at May 24, 2003 12:50 PM