I’m just in such a fucking bad mood! One of my cats peed in my bed and it’s too late to do laundry. This means I have to sleep under itchy wool blankets which it’s way too hot for. Now I’m in such a bad mood that every tiny mishap makes me want to scream and break things. When I lived in my parents house and was home alone I actually did scream out loud when I was mad and things didn’t go my way. It was something very refereshing about it. I can’t really do that anymore since I live in a flat and would scare the shit out of my neighbours if I started screaming at the top of my lungs.
I’m so fucking mad! When I get into a bad mood like this even a small thing like dropping a fork on the floor makes me want to throw things into the wall. Now THAT’S something I wish I could do! I really can’t so intead I write a angry blog to let out at least some of the steam.
And now I’m gonna make a sandwich and peppermint tea to snack on while I watch another episode of “Road To Avonlea”. If you live near me and hear someone screaming profanitys at the top of her lungs it might be me having dropped the butter knife or something.