This is my head hitting the desk
wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up. wake up.
My head might not explode but my mouth might carry forth beyond the borders of my current understated emotionless personality and I might scream from sheer frustration at the level of backbiting and in fighting that has gotten me to the point that I want to pull a Wayne Brady and choke a bitch Two.
I have a temper, best forgotten and not used at all. I prefer to be cool... cold.. rather than enraged to the point of screaming.
My head might not explode but my mouth might carry forth beyond the borders of my current understated emotionless personality and I might scream from sheer frustration at the level of backbiting and in fighting that has gotten me to the point that I want to pull a Wayne Brady and choke a bitch Two.
I have a temper, best forgotten and not used at all. I prefer to be cool... cold.. rather than enraged to the point of screaming.