Okay so it sucks being the meanie.
It always seems cool on TV when a b just says to a girl -- "Hey, bugger off, you fat pig." and the poor girlie would go wa-wa away. You know, that edge, that attitude, that 'seh'. We all secretly want to gain enough clout to be the next supermodel or the next awesome movie producer whom everyone fears and respects. Who wants to be looked at as simple or easy? That's lame. That's for kids. Even socialites these days have that oomph.
So last week I was bent on being The Bad One. I've always been a sweet, tolerant, nice, non-argumentative sheep who hates conflicts. But last week I was made into one. Not that it was of any choice, anyway. But I did something awful.
And I'm waiting to face the consequences.
Right after I clicked 'send' on my email, I immediately break into cold sweat. The letter sounds neat and nice and all but still, it's a bad, bad, bad mail that I shouldn't have sent. It's for the better, but it's got a price tag to it.
You're lost?
I know. But well just pray for me anyway even though you think that the above is just verbal nonsensical garbage.
I'm a poor lost sheep. Baa.