19 apr 07
When I was younger I had the temper to match my hair color. I am not even kidding. I inherited this pleasant trait from my…oh, well, I won’t say. As I’ve gotten older I seem to have mellowed, but to be perfectly honest, I really haven’t. I’ve just learned to suppress it when it bubbles up.
Tonight the dryers in the laundry room at my apartment complex and I had a bit of an altercation, that is, I gave them money to do things but they did not. Then I gave them more money and still they laughed at me. I’ll admit that I couldn’t really take it. It bubbled over. Doors were slammed and things were thrown.
All over $2.50!
gravesit / 20 apr 2007 / 8:10 p.m.
Bet it would be funny to be a fly on the wall during your mini breakdown.
Emma / 20 apr 2007 / 12:37 a.m.
Oh come on! Tell the story where Dad just tapped you while you were leaning over screaming and you fell down a hill! Good times. I wasn’t even born yet and I remember it fondly.