Today I feel like I want to hurt grab a granny. Send her some dog poo, damage her business by letting her customers know the nursery nurse is a slut.
I won't do any of it. It's just resentment I feel today because I remembered about her message to him on Facebook about his new wanky car. Bold as brass with no shame. It's making me angry just thinking about it. Solution? Don't think about it.
On a positive note I sorted the printer out and have an array of doggy and horsey photos lined up to be produced.
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