Sure, OK. I’m at work, hopped up on coffee, haven’t eaten yet, hormonal, feeling other pressures about family and money issues…
This seems like a great time to argue with a male friend over email. That GOOD argue, too — the kind where you’re shaking with anger and feel like, if you were arguing in person, it might end up either in a fistfight or fornication.
Why the fuck not?
By the way, dude is fine, I’m the crazed one: What? WHAT? I wish a motherfucker WOULD say some shit.
P.S. What? Oh, it’s just me that has this issue? Well, shit…
Smug Singleton 