September 10, 2010
Psh!
Math's boyfriend is crazy. One minute he sends me nasty texts. The next, he asks me to cover his shift. As if! And when I say no in as polite of a manner as I can muster, his texts turn cynical.
I keep chanting to myself don't engage, don't engage, don't engage when all I want to do is rip is ass a new one.
Psh!
But it's okay. Positive outlook, positive outlook, positive outlook. I'm getting good at this mantra stuff. And I'm learning to control my temper...kinda. That counts for something, right?
scullerymaid at 10:30 a.m.