I wish I was young enough to still throw temper tantrums. I'm not talking sulk, which God knows 23-year olds can still do. I'm talking full-out, fists flailing, kicking and screaming tantrums. Of course, I still stomp my foot when some of the knots in my hair get particularly annoying, but I want to be able to whine and cry like a baby when I get annoyed by things at work. Like when I keep getting messages from Suzanne that start, "When you get a chance, could you blah blah blah." No. I don't have time. Sorry about your sprained ankle and limited mobility, but I don't have time. Period. Which, you know, is why I'm writing this. Oh well.
Posted by Barb at January 22, 2002 02:32 PM | TrackBack