Jun 08, 2005 16:45
According to my mother, it's safer to insert your fingers into a power-point/socket then to annoy me when I'm anxious. At least the socket leaves you without the confuzzlement that is called my logic.
*insert confused look here*
Me?
Temper?
True: I can get a bit feisty when people annoy me, but a temper? Just because I refuse to debate with my sister what I'm taking up into my room (fudge! Delicious, mouth watering, sweet vanilla fudge!) for an hour does not a temper make.
Sis: Whatcha got there?
Me: Nothing (thinking: my fudge! MINE! Not sharing, I bought you chocolate yesterday, this is MINE!)
Sis: Then why does the nothing makes sounds?
Me: It's my business.
Sis (to mom): she's got food!
Me: You can get yourself some downstairs.
Sis: But you have it here.
Me: No, you can't have it, it's mine! (walk into room with the definite closing of a door that spells: those who open this will have it close on their nose)
Alright, maybe I do have a tiny little temper. But it was my fudge, I bought it, my money, and just the thought of nubbling on it while reading my RP-posts makes my mouth water...
I need fudge!
sister,
fudge