frigga

i had a horrible day today.
i felt shitty about myself all day and then some bitch in a land yacht took up ALL of the parkeing space next to mine and screamed at me when i banged her stupid earth-raper car with the door of my dirty little honda.
i told her there was no damage and was quite nice about it and she called ma a "little piece of trash" and drove off.
materialistic sow.
and for some reason this drove me over the edge.
and i cried all day.
i shouldn't be upset about it, she was being a pig but i still was. i am not good with confrontation.
well, she and her fat, porcine, blue sweatpants and her slaughter-mobile can go fuck themselves.
yeah.
"the things you own end up owning you"