So sweetly agreeable. have I become such a scolding nag that everyone avoids me like the aunt that never has a thing to say, but talks constantly? Do this! Do that! Write what you least want to write and do it now! Maybe in Diva's Cabinet I could be the scold. Send me to gitmo with Keith to punish the war criminals. I know how to use my mouth as a torture devise.
No, it's me, not you, Utah. I was actually being especially compliant because I drove home in 105 degrees with no air conditioning and it completely sapped me.
And hey! did you notice I've worked on some story edits over at the other place?
I had to take a valium recently because I tried to talk to the phone company about my supposedly "highspeed" broadband internet connection. Then I tried to talk to comcast as a possible alternative. They're all so stupid, I end up screaming obscenities to a recording of a service representative pretending to be a person. But you have every reason to be wilted. I have none except my nasty temper. And I was shocked to realize you really do work two jobs, raise three kids, have sex every opportunity as well as bake and entertain. And you write on demand. And three or four posts a day. and then everywhere I go--all three or four places, you've been there and done that. Now I must go put a damp cloth on my forehead before I faint.
I am a self-published writer of short stories, poetry, and politics. I'm a rescuer of dogs and stray cats. I believe everything is political—especially sex and religion.
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So sweetly agreeable. have I become such a scolding nag that everyone avoids me like the aunt that never has a thing to say, but talks constantly? Do this! Do that! Write what you least want to write and do it now! Maybe in Diva's Cabinet I could be the scold. Send me to gitmo with Keith to punish the war criminals. I know how to use my mouth as a torture devise.
No, it's me, not you, Utah. I was actually being especially compliant because I drove home in 105 degrees with no air conditioning and it completely sapped me.
And hey! did you notice I've worked on some story edits over at the other place?
I had to take a valium recently because I tried to talk to the phone company about my supposedly "highspeed" broadband internet connection. Then I tried to talk to comcast as a possible alternative. They're all so stupid, I end up screaming obscenities to a recording of a service representative pretending to be a person. But you have every reason to be wilted. I have none except my nasty temper. And I was shocked to realize you really do work two jobs, raise three kids, have sex every opportunity as well as bake and entertain. And you write on demand. And three or four posts a day. and then everywhere I go--all three or four places, you've been there and done that. Now I must go put a damp cloth on my forehead before I faint.
Done. And feel better. Always remember these words, "I want to talk to your supervisor."
That's how, after three days, I got my money back from Orbitz because my hubs got sick. I ended up calling the Director of Customer Relations.
"I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell raiser." (Mother Jones) Sorry for intruding on this private conversation.
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