*Darts dirty look at person (x)*
I really want to slap you right now, but I can’t. If I do, I’m going to have to explain why I have engaged in an act of violence against you. Honestly, it’s more like a slap wouldn’t be enough to knock some sense into that air filled space you log around on your shoulders. I feel like a machine gun would be a sufficient tool to express my anger towards you.
I wish I could wax the hair on your scalp off right now…
I wish I could pull out the nerves that crawl underneath your lotioned skin…
I wish I could stab your eyeballs with a led pencil and feed it to my cat…
I wish dirty looks could pierce through someone’s guts and lead to their fatal bloody death!
— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
No, no. Why would I be annouyed when I’m asked to sacrifice my bed for a 54 year old man that I don’t know anything about- who was your best friend in university- who you had to pick up from Buffalo- and brought home at 2:30 am and with whom you got drunk with all night- and cracked stupid ass jokes and laughed your ass of with- and stayed awake with till 7:30 am- in which time I had to leave and now come back to find the old 50 something year old man in my bed while you sleep in your bed and the vacant space left is the table because the 50 something year old man does not travel light-he travels heavy like the heavy set of eyelids you gifted me this morning- amongst many other wonderful things that you have done these past to 2 weeks. But no, I’m not annouyed…. Not even a bit…
Funny how no such flavor exists in the Middle East, yet Bulk Barn has managed to stock such wonderfullness.
— Voltaire
