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It takes a lot to make me angry. I know–it’s kind of hard to believe since 90% of my posts are about things that piss me off. But the fact is I can put up with a lot of obnoxious and frustrating crap without becoming much more than medium-rare annoyed…Like when I drove 40 miles in bumper-to-bumper traffic in the middle of a hot-ass 100-degree day, basically being cooked alive because my car had a busted air conditioner. Oh, and the time I was taking the multiple choice portion of the bar exam back in February. I was already fighting off a period-induced diarrhea attack when the test proctor confiscated my watch because she thought it might have been shady. I say “might have been shady” because she wasn’t sure exactly which types of watches were banned from the testing area, so she took mine to get verification from the head proctor. I didn’t really care though because she was supposed to give the test-takers a 5-minute warning anyway, so even if I didn’t get through all 200 questions, I was still going to have enough time to at least fill in all the answer bubbles. But guess what? Instead of a 5-minute warning, she gave us a 5-second warning–and I ended up leaving 20 bubbles blank. But at least I got my watch back…a day later. *mutter* *mutter* So yeah, I think I’ve got a decent temper, and thanks to that most things don’t set me off. Most things. There is one situation that, when it happens, turns me into a crazy backyard wrestler with ‘roid rage and rabies. I’m not joking here. When someone does this, the threshold is automatically crossed. I’ll go from ambivalence to anger management; balanced to behemoth of b*tch slaps; from…from…damn! I can’t think of one that starts with “c.” Anyway, this is the sh*t I’m talking about. This!
Yes! That’s the thing I was talking about: someone stepping on the heel of my slipper! I mean, why aren’t you watching where you’re going? More importantly: why the hell are you walking so freaking close in the first place?!
Argh! You’ve just made me sort of lose my balance! No apology can save you now!
Okay, fine, that’s not really how I react. I’d like to, but I don’t want to go to jail and shame my family. I just stick with this instead:
Fake smile plastered on my face! …Great, drawing those pictures pissed me off. Time to get a Cinnabon. Got anything that automatically pisses you off to the point of no return? Posted 6/30/2011 at 3:28 PM
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Thursday June 30, 2011
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