Blowing hot air
Someone pissed me off real badly at work today. I don’t deal with anger very well. No I don’t get abusive or anything like that. I’m the sort who purses his lips together and blows air into the pockets of his cheeks, either until I physically explode or a comb of ulcers start to form on my stomach lining. Cigarettes help. Sometimes. Alcohol. Yeah, sometimes. Contemplating revenge. All the time.
Tags: angry, blog, jeremy chin
