May 7, 2011

amazing psycho envelope pusher

dear some people wait to exhale dairy,

while some hold their breath and wait to let it out, i am the one sweating to take another. not literally of course, i certainly don't have any problems breathing, except after some personally initiated rough play, all day, kinky sex- i suppose it doesn't hurt to remember the good old days. i just wait now to see if the air is safe, wouldn't want to PISS ANYONE OFF. i try and breath the least amount of air as possible. little shallow shifts of air passing rapidly through my lungs in a way that hopefully no one will notice i am even alive. that is until i need to spring into action and just fucking go into some psychotic rage about the smallest of detail- that is always fun and sometimes the highlight of my entire day. it never ceases to amaze me how far i can actually push that envelope when given the opportunity. today sudden onset, the positioning of the new bags of dogfood. seventy three bucks is what i paid for the shit and they toss it around like it cost ten fifty. walking on it, spilling shit on it- oh yeah- i snapped in two. someone should have filled up the container and put the rest of the bag downstairs where it goes. instead- we toss it around and make a bridge out of it- even get the dogs to walk on it. i ain't doing it- ima girl AND i bought it AND i gotta get a rat for the snake- for pete's sake.