Yesterday I learned of something that has me seething with anger and thoughts of aggression. I called my husband upon finding out and said 'fuck' about 45 times in a five minute conversation. Just in case you're wondering and I know you are, it's not him I'm mad at.
Right now I can't say who I'm mad at; it needs to be dealt with first. This is how I know I'm finally reaching some semblance of maturity at the grand age of 33. Two or 3 years ago I would've gone off instantly upon finding out. I would've raced around trying to get the correct information out there and threatening the life of the person I'm angry at. I would've called said person immediately, at work. On their cell phone. And I would've lost my fucking mind on them.
It's so tempting.
However, I have to be rational. I have to be put someone else's needs ahead of my own. Something this jackass of whom I'm referring to has absolutely zero concept of. I will be dealing with this issue in a mature fashion this very afternoon. Then? I will fucking go ballistic on the piece of shit douche I'm dealing with.
So yeah..maybe a little ways to go on the whole 'maturity' thing...
If you popped over to PMS Chronicles in recent days you'll know how I feel about gun control and believe me it's never been more relevant than it is right now.
I continue to pay for my lack of judgement as a 16 year old girl. What's worse, so do my children. I refuse to beat myself up about it because you really really can't change the past no matter how hard you try.
Today will be a big day all the way around and in both instances, my judgement is at the root of the 'problem'. I need to work on that. I am a true Aries; stubborn, impulsive and dead sexy.
Okay, clearly I've gotten distracted.
So for later on today, does anyone have Mel Gibson's number? I could use a few pointers.