writing

fucker in an email to no fingers man is not going to get me very far, so i deleted it after i typed it and admired how well it looked. i also felt a lot better after i yelled over the cube wall "if you want me to just pull an answer out of my ass, then i can give you the answer now. if you would listen to me, i have already stated that i need to call mexico first." yesterday i stayed home in the fetal position on the couch after my fun night of having to run to the bathroom at a restaurant because i was about to bring my meal up. i don't know what that was all about. now i'm left with thoughts of smores and seeing stars. fyi, i am extremely scared of snakes. extremely. please don't even tell me if you see one. i will panic and take off running and crying and then i will shake for thirty minutes while every breeze makes me think that there is one at my ankles. i was mowing once and i saw one. i jumped off the mower and ran inside the house, jumped in the rocking chair and rocked back and forth. my mom asked from the other room if i had seen a snake. before i could answer, the mower went past the window. another time the town bully came after me with one and i took off running, but i knew i couldn't outrun him so i decided that my best chance would be to have him drop it. i turned around with my fists in the air to fight a guy that towered over me. he stopped in his tracks and started apologizing.