Yes, I mean when people snort snot down their their throat. I know it's allergy season- but I would argue that it is technically always allergy season for SOMEONE, and that doesn't make it any less repulsive. That is why they invented tissues. I know I have done it myself, but I try to only in the privacy of my own home and so only gross out the ones I love, not total strangers! Outie.

Okay, Guys in particular- snorting in public is gross- especially when you're trying to flirt with someone. It detracts- a lot! No matter how cute you are, it's still really gross and rather repulsive.

DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! I just wrote this whole big blog, hit publish and got "Can't display site" Phuck! I hate when that happens. And now the muse is gone! (She declares melodramatically with arm draped across forehead.) Okay, probably not *gone* but it's still annoying! ARGH!

Trees are changing.
Lives are changing.
continual,
ongoing,
never-ending,
enchanting,
must stop fighting
the
inevitability.

Such a fit of temper had to be seen to be believed, especially for such a mild mannered lady. No one knew what started it, how it began, but there it was, none the less. A feeling of pure rage welled up and before anyone knew what happened, the vase filled with fake flowers went flying across the room, shattering into a thousand pieces. She began to kick and scream and rant and rave and flail. The myriad of things that were dashed against the grey tile floor- stamp pads,coins, papers, pens, a glass of water. Papers and posters and postings were ripped down from the wall with much ferocity. No one knew what to do for it was so unexpected, especially from *Her*. And as quickly as it began it was over. There she sat on the grey carpet in a crumpled, defeated form, all fight gone, the storm subsided. More herself than she was, but never the same. She who has always been so safe, so predictable, was never to be looked at the same. No one ever knew what caused it. No one ever knew that the breaking point was something as simple as having her e-mail access removed. The grey, soulless place had taken away the final thing that had given her hope- the possibility of hearing from him.