I am seething today. I am so mad that I couldn't even finish my coffee, because my stomach already felt like it was being perforated by alien acid. Bought another half gallon of milk, and I am certain I will have it finished by the end of the day. Oh, and the treadmill is in for a world of hurt this afternoon.
It's not you I am mad at (I think I know what it is, but I would rather be tortured than give it up), but you best stay out of my way today. I'm in a mood to pick a fight, and I might say something I'll regret later.
Every little thing is pissing me off. Traffic was a bitch. The school bus almost clipping me REALLY didn't help. If you were going to get together with me, and forgot all about it, well, fuck it then! I'm just fine by myself, thankyouveryfuckingmuch. If you promised to get back to me about something and you haven't, don't bother; you can't possibly do right by me today. But you never call and you never write anyway, so what fucking difference does it make?
What? Me bitter? Naaaaah.