Bite me!

I find it particularly vexing, how the few eventful, fun moments i have in a year turn into absolute nightmares the moment i get home. The facts are i have a curfew, jes jes treagedy of tragedies, but so what i respect the 10 o' clock home curfew, almost always. Its the 'almosts' that kill you, even if there are special circumstances involved. The perpetual downhill of living with grandparents who believe that only brothels and homes of ill repute are open after 10 pm.

And there ARE special circumstances, circumstances where you, who is a perpetual recluse is cornered by pop stars who are willing to be interviewed for your exclusive, a boss who is calling repeatedly asking if you got your 'scoop' and security guards who have locked the bloody auditorium so you cant get out. So you call and say " will HAVE to be late, PUHLEESE dont go ballistic". But nope nope nope, ballistic it is.
Sigh! so my one social homecoming is officially only a 'bloody come home coming'. UGH!

Isn't it weird how compliments make you want to bite people when youre in a crap beyond crappy mood.
"You look so nice today".
Bite me.
" Hey that was a good piece on the Freoz Khan thing!"
Bite me.
"Nice Shirt!"
Bite me.

'Im so hungry, im cranky!'
hmmm...i'll bite.