my alter ego..

when push comes to shove:

:: you just feel like tying the person up upon a coconut tree by his/her legs and spanking him/her silly.

:: you'd laugh if someone fights with and criticizes him/her. because it's every single word you wanted to say but choosing to avoid conflict, not say.

:: you'd wish that everyone would just verbalize their feelings and just bloody say it so that person will know what a thwart he/she is. and when someone does, you have the imagery of a orchestra playing beautiful music to a standing ovation from the audience.

:: but at the end of it all, you'd go to bed easier just thinking of all these possibilites. you are sick like that.

and i enjoy being you.