BLOG ENTRY FIFTEEN: Ms. Nosy Lady, why do I still have to write these?
You are literally looking over my shoulder as I write.
Couldn’t I just tell you my problems?
I guess that weird short breath-y thing was a no.
Fine.
Well, a guy stepped on my foot the other day and I yelled at him. I may or may not have called him the single most disgusting thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. It just slipped out, I swear.
(I’m going to hit post before you start going into a full on speech using your “therapeutic” voice, which really sounds like you’re breathing through your mouth.)
(PS. You should really stop eating tuna for lunch.)