Yesterday was a bad day. To explain -- no, too much. To sum up:
toni, "normal" in the morning: "Hey. What's up? How are you?"
toni, without sleep for a day: "What in the world do you want now?"
toni, without any sleep for a couple of days: "What the FUCK do you want? Why the hell are you bothering me with this?"
toni, without any sleep for a couple of days WHILE PMSing: "What the hell is your problem? Why are you even LOOKING at me that way? What the fuck do I have to do around here to get someone to pick up the GODDAMNED phone and make one TINY little FUCKING phone call for themselves, huh? Was I born with the TELEPHONE as my sign or something? Did I come out of the UTERUS with a phone cord attached to my EAR or WHAT? Whaddya mean, am I feeling okay? Do I sound like I'm feeling okay? Do I LOOK like I'm feeling okay? Why are you running away? GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN. Where are you.....ooooooooooooooohhhhh, chocolate. Thank you, sweetie. Yes, I love you, too."
Posted by toni at February 11, 2004 02:00 AM