The time I am referring to is the time that I went psycho. I, hopefully, am not certifiably crazy, but there certainly are times that I feel that way. It is starting to bubble and boil inside me again and I fear that it might come out soon. Jeanette knows about my psychotic tendancies and will hopefully back me up in saying that I do, for the most part, lead a relatively normal life with not too much crazy going on. The time that I went crazy was a few years ago at a Halloween party at my house. We had way too much liquer and way too many immature guests. Now, I don't do well with messes (OCD kicks into overdrive), I had a headache, there were a lot of people over and I guess I just wasn't in the mood for some rude asshole I didn't know to start vomiting in my kitchen sink. Since turning on the sink to rinse the puke down is a good idea, when there isn't shit in the sink like bottles, caps, plastic cups, napkins and cigarette butts to clog the drain, it started to overflow and I LOST IT! That party ended real soon and I am pretty sure that I scared a good number of people to not want to come back...ever!
Well, I am so fed up with work that I seriously want to spit in someones face. It is getting harder and harder to paste on my happy smile face and be pleasant enough to fake my way through the day. My GAD (Give A Damn) is broken again, I'm sure this comes to no suprise to those of you who hear about this quarterly! I should go work at USPS!