|"I couldn't give two shits"|
It's not just anger either. I feel other things that I haven't felt in a long time too. When I see or read something funny I laugh until tears are streaming down my face. When I see something sad I cry actual tears from my eyes. I cried at the Hunger Games last weekend. CRIED!! Also, I read the final chapter of Redwall to a class of fourth graders last week and almost started crying because some stupid mouse-priest was on his deathbed and all the little woodland rodents were sad. I had to stop and pretend I had to cough in order to pull myself together. Gah! I hate this! I hate lots of things now that before I just found slightly annoying. I love things I loved before but now I love them with a newly obsessive intensity. (Kira: "Mom, don't kiss me so HARD! It hurts!" Me: "I LOVE YOU, SHUT UP!")
Now it's time for me to get up and put on my stupid sweatpants, put in my goddamn exercise tape and get all sweaty and out of breath. I used to find that slightly inconvenient, but now I feel like Deb from the Slim in Six tape is out to get me and her goal is to irritate me into good shape. If irritation could burn calories, I would be so fucking skinny right now.