Ah hell. Showed up for work today, and all the co-workers start cringing. You’d think they’d realize that it was a “Tawanda” day, just from the look on my face.
I’m grouchy every morning.
Ok, so they had a point.
So, my alter-ego has made another appearance, and I’m feeling rather snipey, snarky, and downright pissed off. I’ll be refraining from making many comments anywhere else today, for fear that Tawanda will take control of my hands, and melt the keyboard.
Possibly offending people in the process. Tawanda might not give a shit, but Brea does, so I’ll liberally apply the duct-tape and sit back.
I haven’t had a really good fight in a long time.
I’m thinking that maybe Tawanda’s feeling a little repressed.
See ya later, kitties….