I've been fluctuating between two states lately, wanting to burst into tears and wanting to get into a fist fight. Not sure how to explain it. I've even daydreamed about the fist fight, picked guys in parking lots that I've toyed with the idea of starting a fight with.
Number one reason I haven't gotten into a fist fight?
Fear of getting my teeth knocked out.
That shows just how deep and wide my angst is, it runs right up next to my enormous vanity.
"Gonna hafta to cut off both of my hands, I got pride as big as dixie land"
--16hp