It’s been awhile since I have written anything meaningful aside from office reports and emails, so I have become rusty in the arts of penning. Truth be told I haven’t written anything using a pen that is longer than five sentences in the last 6 years – most of them phone numbers, grocery lists and people to maim and maul, err I mean those that have wronged me in some minute way that I write down their names, along with what they did, in a small piece of paper and throw them casually in a trash can as a form of release. It’s my own daily catharsis that keeps my anger from growing---most of the time. Of course there are papers that I don’t throw away, but rather keep in a lockbox, gathering and waiting for the day to unleash my full-force rage to the unsuspecting co-worker who unintentionally slighted me by commenting that I’m beginning to develop a pot belly. What a verbally bloody day it will be!
Kidding. :)
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