If I tell myself this enough it will become true.
But today my despise for the exwife is hotter than it's been in awhile. I don't like to think about her but sometimes I do.
Afterwhile, I'm going to go focus my mental powers some more on her baby's head getting stuck on its way out. Maybe it will have teeth and will chew it's way out. I probably used up my one mental seed of hatred when the brain tumor landed on her husband and not her. Rats.
I am certainly feeling immature today.
I am truly not a burning beacon of loathing. I'm nice dammit. NICE I say!
If you want to have a glass of wine at 8:30 a.m. does this signal a problem?
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