*dance of mild relief*
Hello, my name is Diaz and I'm a rage-holic. (Don't mind the asshats, they crop up everywhere.)
Are there meetings for that? Lately I've been edgy with a capital Get Fucked, and I'm a little worried I might get my head turned into red mush because I've become too adrenaline-boosted to do the wiser thing, and back the hell down.
New mantra: I am not Xena, even if I did just spend three hours staring at reruns. Also: Stop doing things that could get you killed, it's a bad substitute for sex.
Oh yeah, remember That Woman who figured telling me I'm too stupid to make my own decisions would make me her wuv slave? (Because that's worked so well at converting me to other points of view, no really.)
She up and moved to Alberta. Called me once on her way to say she couldn't even share the province with me (drama sow) if I couldn't understand how love worked (K, bye!), and then once from her destination to inform me that she's met a woman who outshines me in beauty, warmth, and 'gentle breeding'. Which leads me to believe she knew the woman before she left, and decided since I was clearly not a prospect, she'd go where she could get the attention she craves.
Yay for not knowing how love works? Heh. Maybe it'll work out that not having QUITE so many irritants in my life will stop me being so perpetually cranky, and I'll stop acting to 'save' other people. Or maybe it won't.
Are there meetings for that? Lately I've been edgy with a capital Get Fucked, and I'm a little worried I might get my head turned into red mush because I've become too adrenaline-boosted to do the wiser thing, and back the hell down.
New mantra: I am not Xena, even if I did just spend three hours staring at reruns. Also: Stop doing things that could get you killed, it's a bad substitute for sex.
Oh yeah, remember That Woman who figured telling me I'm too stupid to make my own decisions would make me her wuv slave? (Because that's worked so well at converting me to other points of view, no really.)
She up and moved to Alberta. Called me once on her way to say she couldn't even share the province with me (drama sow) if I couldn't understand how love worked (K, bye!), and then once from her destination to inform me that she's met a woman who outshines me in beauty, warmth, and 'gentle breeding'. Which leads me to believe she knew the woman before she left, and decided since I was clearly not a prospect, she'd go where she could get the attention she craves.
Yay for not knowing how love works? Heh. Maybe it'll work out that not having QUITE so many irritants in my life will stop me being so perpetually cranky, and I'll stop acting to 'save' other people. Or maybe it won't.