Nothing like staying up all night waiting for the next wave of crapola to roll over you and you end up grasping air.
I HATE that.
It’s like getting to the edge of an orgasm and… eh.
What the hell!? I girded myself for the shitstorm; pulled up my big girl panties (god, I hate those words!) and even set my feet to take one for the team if need be. Instead I got… eh.
I could have been out with friends last night, shopping, watching tv or playing Canasta, Euchre or Monopoly online. Hell, I could have lit some candles, curled up in a bubble bath and taken care of that orgasm I only got to the edge of a couple of sentences ago. But no, I got… eh.
How about next time, you just drop your pants:
What’s that you got there? Really!?