How do you punch someone over the Internet?
Between now and the last post I haven’t been able to amenable/friendly/not murderous enough to write anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary. So I just finished writing a ten page practice comp exam and now my brain is delightfully mushy enough to make me forget about my hate for about ten minutes. Hence, blogging.
I’ve decided that everyone in the world is much more excited about this pregnancy than I am. Of course, these other people are not gaining weight and getting rashes that cover their hips and stomachs. I suppose this is enough to make me unpleasant…of course, I already started off as unpleasant. So now I’m just mean. No, I don’t feel sorry about it. If you don’t want to deal with this, just don’t talk to me. It’s pretty easy. I do it all the time. I mean…er…I’m shy. Yeah, I’m shy. And I don’t have anything to say. Yeah. That’s why I don’t talk to you.
I’ve only wanted to actually punch a couple of people though. Most of those people were not in my immediate vicinity at the time that I wanted to punch them, so they’re safe. For now. Until I figure out how to punch someone over the Internet. Of course, the time I would spend figuring this out has been spent napping. And reading for comps. I don’t do anything else nowadays.
I’m going to stop writing now because I’m becoming rage-filled again. That respite didn’t last for long. I wonder how long I’ll leave this post up before I think better of it and take it down…
Well one thing that I know about Amanda is that she never has anything to say. She is the most opinion-less and apathetic person I know.
Sorry about the rash–I used some crazy soap and now I can’t stop itching. Perhaps I am also pregnant, but we all know that is pretty close to impossible.
The older you get the less often you will edit yourself. Another year or two you’ll be naming names.
In the meantime, Photoshop the offending person’s face on an object, animal or sexual act of choice and enjoy the posted results.
I’ll let you punch me in the face. My life is pretty dismal anyway. I’ll come up to Logan for you.