I am an angry person.
There. I said it. And it didn't take hundreds of dollars and countless hours with a brain shrinker to do so. Well, amazing grace.
So why, you may be asking, am I so very angry? Ah, my wayward children, I only have so much time, so very little web space . . . and I don't really believe that any one gives a shit . . . But for you, my dearest imagined friends, I'll try to print the very shortened version.
Sarah's Lame List of Anger :
1. Regurgitating fashion. (As in, why bell bottoms?)
2. Personal Injustice. (I never did shit to Judy Snyder, what the hell did I do to deserve her making my life the living hellish torment it turned out to be? Judy you whore!)
3. Flowery Poetry. (Did Robert Frost never have sex in his whole entire life?! Give me passion! I want bare bones and raw nerves!)
4. The Bellingham Job Market. ( . . . )
5. Lynden, WA. (ever watch Footloose? I swear, Lynden was the prototype.)
6. Lists. (Why the hell do I write them all the time? I can't ever seem to find enough to finish a complete list of ten. By the time I get midway I'm reaching for anything that might do in a pinch. Let me show you an old shopping list for and example - as if this list that I'm working on isn't enough of one.
Milk
Cheese food product
Jell-o
Raw men
Shampoo
Real poo
Brains brains we need more brains . . .
. . .And it only gets worse from there.)
7. People who sit at restaurants and write shit . . .um . . .(At this point Sarah looks up and glances around her to see if anyone has noticed how excedingly very lame she has just become. Luckily, her fellow regulars at the local Sharis restaurant seem to be otherwise preoccupied.)
8. Couples at restaurants who sit on the same side of the booth and leave the other bench empty. (Can't they be content with their own personal space for the length of a meal? It makes the table all lopsided and I can't stand that.)
9. Control Freaks . . . Uh, anyway . . .
10. Constipation. (I don't think I need to elaberate, do I?)
So that's as far as I'm going with this farce. All the anger I felt when I started this crap quickly disapeared shortly after I went off about Judy Snyder. That bitch.