August 20, 2010

Not today

I am in one of those moods. If I was a chick I would warn you I am premenstrual. Snarky, bitchy, aggressive, sarcastic and caustic could best describe my mood. Already I have had to refrain from dropping vicious comments at two or three of my daily reads.

I probably should stay away from the phone as well. Voicemail will shelter customers with idiotic proposals and coworkers from ruining my Friday.

If I could shoot lasers from my eyes you would be dead.

Please Algore, Founder of all things Internet, have a liberal troll spout his bullshit ideas on one of my posts, and stay around to argue.

Call me Mr. Telemarketer.

In my youth I would be heading to the bar, looking for a loud mouth to close with my knuckles.



It is a good thing I am home alone.  Maybe this looking for a fight mood will wear off.

8 comments:

Fred said...

Backing out slowly, hoping like hell I wasn't spotted...

Anonymous said...

Sounds like me right about now. Let's go bust somebody up.

Dick

Jean said...

Perhaps a punching bag hanging in your garage would help. Maybe.

Samm Hein said...

Damn, sounds like somebody's been nipping at the gin!

Dan O. said...

Pour one and light one, HB. You'll feel better! (couldn't hurt)

curmudgeon said...

Yeah, well your momma wears combat boots.

;)

Grumpyunk said...

Don't worry, HB. It'll get worse.

Rita said...

I have some blog suggestions where you can release some of your venom it you'd like.

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