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There is a very good chance that deep within the recesses of my soul I am actually Mrs. Satan. Venice rid me of all t he last shreds of patience that I had within me and now I am just a ball of rage.
My morning started out perfectly really... I woke up on the couch at 7:30am where i had accidentally fallen asleep at 7:30pm the night before... so I'm up I'm ready to roll but Kenny's car is broken so mom needs to get me to the train station and Kenny and Nina to school at the same time. Now there is plenty of time for this all the happen... but does it? Of course not, who gets screwed in the end? Me. They got to school in time but I missed my train by 1 minute. I think my favorite thing is being so close... but stuck on the other side of the tracks and the best part is literally watching it go by, without me. Bastard. So I caught another train, got to stand all the way to Jamaica, i'm sure it builds character or something, standing. So that's perfect, then i get out of Penn Station... im grumpy from the mornings escapades and I havent eaten since 2pm the previous day, so I'm a ball of sunshine let me just tell you. So i know you are asking yourself, when was it that you realized you were actually the devil? Well I'm walking to work, grumpily, and there is a slow little asian lady in front of me and she's walking in just such a way that you can't get around her on either side so you just have to wait. So now the rage is building up and I'm like it would feel so good to just like start kickboxing her out of the way. Who am I? I need to take yoga or something before i end up being someone's (angry) bitch in jail.
My morning started out perfectly really... I woke up on the couch at 7:30am where i had accidentally fallen asleep at 7:30pm the night before... so I'm up I'm ready to roll but Kenny's car is broken so mom needs to get me to the train station and Kenny and Nina to school at the same time. Now there is plenty of time for this all the happen... but does it? Of course not, who gets screwed in the end? Me. They got to school in time but I missed my train by 1 minute. I think my favorite thing is being so close... but stuck on the other side of the tracks and the best part is literally watching it go by, without me. Bastard. So I caught another train, got to stand all the way to Jamaica, i'm sure it builds character or something, standing. So that's perfect, then i get out of Penn Station... im grumpy from the mornings escapades and I havent eaten since 2pm the previous day, so I'm a ball of sunshine let me just tell you. So i know you are asking yourself, when was it that you realized you were actually the devil? Well I'm walking to work, grumpily, and there is a slow little asian lady in front of me and she's walking in just such a way that you can't get around her on either side so you just have to wait. So now the rage is building up and I'm like it would feel so good to just like start kickboxing her out of the way. Who am I? I need to take yoga or something before i end up being someone's (angry) bitch in jail.