breathe, count to ten

Whew, was I pissed last night. Just rereading that entry makes my blood start to curdle like the two month past the expiration date milk I probably have in my refrigerator. But you know even after sleeping on it and venting and ranting about it a few times, I still don't get it. I'm a pessimist without a doubt, and I've had days of feeling like the whole world was trying to keep me down but when it becomes your whole life's mission to prove that people hate you...well frankly you might as well don the flight suit and hang the "Mission Accomplished" banner because life is full of adversity and there will always be times when it seems like you can't win for losing. Damn man, maybe there will never be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but at least there's a freakin' rainbow. So now I think I need to do a more careful screening of people I consider my friends because I've been bitch slapped with the cold hard truth about the chasm between my values about friendship and other people's far too many times these last few months. Stick a fork in me cause I'm DONE.