Regarding people who storm off this blog, I woke up this morning realizing it’s because I am just not perfect enough for them. They read here for a year or 2 or 3 or more and then all the sudden, KA-BAM! I wrote one too many posts about my man. I’ve gone and said something about Italians, or Geminis or strippers that I don’t hate. Many times the wind just blows across their face the wrong way and next thing you know, Elsa P is read the riot act.
It’s really no different then waking up in a bad mood and taking it out on one of your kids. You know you shouldn’t do it but you do it anyway. You eat 500 meals, 1000 meals at someone’s house, never pay for a single one of them and then storm off telling them what a piece of crap they are… how disappointed you are.
If I am a disappointing piece of crap, I wonder what they are? Glorious maybe?
Why do you think this happens so routinely around here? Add the astrology if you can.
“…I think I’ve lived a little too long on the outskirts of town
I think I’m going insane from talking to myself for so long
Oh, but I’ve never been accused
When they step on your face, then wear that good-look grin
I gotta break out one weekend before I do somebody in
But every single time I feel a little stronger
They tell me it’s a crime, well, how much longer?”