The Brattychick

I'm so angry recently. All the resentment that I've bottled up over the years is surfacing. All the rage that I've protected everyone from in case it hurts their feelings or makes them uncomfortable or pushes their fragile psyche over the edge is coming out. It's not pretty. I feel infuriated and invincible.

Every year I slowly disappear during the winter. Bit by bit I descend into a private hell. Eventually I can't remember what it's like to feel alright.And then, at the moment I think I can't take it anymore, the crocuses come out and I know it's going to be ok. To top it off I got to bartend on a beautiful evening with the windows open in Old Town.

"So my choices for movies tonight are IMF, CIA, or Navy Seals, yeah?