Although I usually appear docile, with a slight build and a soft voice, I have a violent temper. Small provacations can result in me bellowing obscenities at the offender. If the offender is not adequately chastened, and continues to annoy me, he is almost certain to regret his actions.

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For example, this afternoon, as I attempted to park my car in front of my psychiatrist's office, another driver decided that my parking space belonged to him. As I backed in, he nosed forward. We were locked in an unpleasant, metallic embrace. I rolled down my window and shouted at him, "Get out of here, you fucking moron! I was here first!"

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He, however, did not relent. On the contrary, he dared to yell back at me, "You are mistaken, madam. This is my space."

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I felt my blood pressure rising. "I'm counting to three, asshole. Back out now, or you'll be sorry."

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I don't know if it was the tone of my voice, or the 357 Magnum I pointed at him, but he backed down and out, and I backed up and in.

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I feel calm again now, so don't be afraid. Unless, of course, you are planning to annoy me in some way.

Someday, I will post a new entry. Someday SOON I hope. But not tonight. I'm fagged and shagged. What the hell does that mean? It just popped into my head, when I was trying to think of a way to describe how tired I am. But now it sounds like some kind of sex act, which is far from what I was doing that made me so tired. I was planting flowers and then making a huge batch of potato salad for tomorrow's festivities. How unsexy is that??