So, I done did it again. I allowed myself to get sucked into the jet turbine of anger, it spun me around for a while before it spit me out again. The funny thing is that though I was aware of what I was doing the whole time, I couldn’t stop it. I was too exhausted from working with someone else and the comment of “When are you doing to do that for me?” was all it took to make me feel crap on a stick instead of just crap. I’ve noticed a new trend of mine of hiding sweets around the house so when I have an intense-give-me-something-now-before-I-start-eating-sugar-raw I have it. Lately it’s been frosting. Whipped cream cheese frosting. Yum. It’s kind of alike revenge on everyone, well everyone meaning Mom, because you know what they say, Revenge is Sweet! I got our favorite cookies and didn’t share them, I’ve got a bag of M&M’s in my office, and I have no intention to share them either…..and she’s going to have to spend a lot of time in front of the refrigerator to find the frosting (which isn’t going to happen).
Sweet is the life of vengeance even though the only person I’m hurting is me.