I’m on Fire

Well this is one of those times where I think to myself: Becky back the fuck away from your keyboard. What you say today a) no one will understand and b) you’ll be so sorry you said anything. . . 10 years from now.

You ever have one of those days? Where you just want to light everything you see on fire because the piss n’ vinegar that you have within you is up to your eyeballs and you’re afraid it’ll seep out your tear ducts if you don’t do something soon? I’m sure now that Facebook has the new “timeline” feature I’ll be able to plot events and see a correlation over the years.

But then again will I be sorry I said something 10 years from now? Or will I be proud I opened my big-fat-mouth? That’s the question, when is it right for you to standup for what you believe is right and when is it best to let those closest to what is happening deal with it – even if they’re making an f’ing mess of things?

For those who’ve come to know me recently and not say, been my college roommate or childhood friend, there’s something I need to tell you. I say shit I shouldn’t. I’m the girl at the party that if you dare me to say something – anything – I’ll do it. Sober. It’s a family trait on my mother’s side. My father’s side says, shut your trap and plot your revenge silently. So I happily unfortunately do both. I say shit I shouldn’t then plot revenge.

So, what is all this about Becky B? What’s got your panties in a bunch? I can’t tell you. There. Now your panties are in a bunch too. Happy Monday.

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