Reason To Hate

Thursday

Reason To Hate

Anna Pruduck.. you may think I am obsessing but I need a reason to be pissed. So that’s my reason.
Her- with her perfect hair, perfect smile, and perfect job. Her perfect-ness with my imperfect ex. And yet – in the corner of my head – I remember him saying – the sex was horrible and her stay was awkward. Or did my melancholy, anger driven PMS drive me to an illusion of past that never have been said.

I am bad @ my job. I can’t do this. I have not been able to do it for years. Why do I keep trying?

And the bearer of bad news – aren’t you an imbecile without knowledge of even how to do your job!

I hate the smell of cigarette that is stuck on me like I am a walking ashtray. And my hair – oh my god! Don’t be deceived by the look. I am pretending to not care – but again – look carefully.
That jacket that was chosen specifically of the rack to make you think I don’t care with those matching pants may lie to.

And I could smell the stink of my hair that is overbearing. Too much so- that I could feel the edge filling my noise with Styrofoam ink, so I’ll blue without a sense of smell.

xoxo
Rollo Tomassi on a bad day