But I actually feel pretty happy. How can I be in a great mood but think such mean things about people? Well, I don't know, welcome to the mystery that is me.
For example, I noticed that Benicio Del Toro's eyelids look like ballsack skin. (gross, but true)
and that while everybody was loving Elizabeth Moss's green dress on the Golden Globe red carpet, I kept thinking about how she still looks a little like the burn victim she played in Girl, Interrupted.
Sometimes I gag when smelly patients come in my office, and I try to have as little contact with them as humanly possible. I know, I'm awful.
I wanted to pour mothballs in the gas tank of a truck that cut me off in the parking lot of a gas station just to pull into the only vacant pump, and then he didn't get gas, just walked in to get a soda and came back to his stupid truck and drove off while I sat behind him waiting to get gas.
That, and I discovered http://twitter.com/#!/whitegrlproblem who is soooo much bitchier than I am. Nonetheless, I feel awful when I agree with her.
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