I'm brimming with mad and tired.
My brain has jammed.
I can't write about what's really going on.
And I can't think of anything else.
I've been reduced to fishing for writing prompts.
Which brings out the surly school girl...truant, pissed off.
Only now I'm a surly middle aged woman with a neck wattle. Don't fucking tell neck wattle woman what to do even though neck wattle woman is begging someone to tell her what to do.
Full of contradictions.
Also an asshole.
So, if I had gotten this particular writing prompt as a pissed of girl in high school this is what I would have written.
"My dog is really special because"
I don't want to tell you about my dog, what do you think this is, fucking kindergarten?
What a waste of time.
My dog is really special because he eats his own shit and he tries to hump the cat.
My dog is really special because he's a shit eating cat humper.
I think I need to tap back into that younger me.
I like her.