*SETS HEAT TO MEDIUM-LOW*

I PREFER MY FURY LIGHTLY BROWNED, THANKYOUVERYMUCH!

DO NOT FUCKING DISMISS MY ANGER AT HOW YOU COMMUNICATE WITH ME.

DO NOT FUCKING TALK DOWN TO ME, EVER.

DO NOT THINK I REQUIRE YOUR INPUT FOR EVERY LITTLE GODDAMNED THING I DO.

DO NOT AUTOMATICALLY GET ANGRY BECAUSE I'M IRRITATED WITH YOU.

DO NOT MAKE SNIDE LITTLE COMMENTS THAT I'VE TOLD YOU FEEL LIKE INSULTS AND UNWARRANTED CRITICISM.

I was going to suggest that you were being humorless in another thread, but instead I'll wish you a good day and a way through it all. Turn down the heat and get out of the kitchen if you can.

HAWT!

DUDE! I SO FEEL YOU. MY NEW BOSS WAS RECENTLY FIRED AND THEY HAVE MY CO-WORKER (AND FRIEND) WORKING AS THE INTERIM BOSS AND HE KNOWS THE LEAST OUT OF ALL OF US ABOUT WHAT HE IS DOING AND IT IS DRIVING ME MAD!!!!

(Then again he was the only one silly enough to step up...crazy bastard).

[sends some of our 65* sunny day to fenriq PDQ. Plus a couple of butterflies.]

I THOUGHT THIS SAID SIMMERING FURRY AND I WONDERED IF FENRIQ HAD SOMETHING HE NEEDED TO TELL US ALL. : )

STOP CALLING ME SWEETIE AND TALKING LIKE I AM FIVE YEARS OLD AND NEED TO BE PITIED!! WE BROKE UP A YEAR AGO AND IT IS NOT OKAY AND I HAVE TOLD YOU IT IS NOT OKAY BUT YOU STILL DO NOT STOP AND IT PISSES ME OFF! STOP IT! NOW!

SISTERHAVANA, THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN MY SIMPERING FURRY. AND HE'S STILL LOCKED UP IN THE DUNGEON BECAUSE HE WAS A BAD, BAD MONKEY!

omiewise, yeah, I should have deleted my comments before posting them.

And thanks, chewatadistance! The upcoming week of rain isn't helping my mood. I think I need a good sweat, maybe I'll crank some music and work out.

I LEARNED TO DRIVE IN A FURY! PLYMOUTH! 1968! 383 V8!

I think I need a good sweat, maybe I'll crank some music

I thought that said you need a good swear. Which also works, especially with very loud shouty music.

Sounds like that fury's starting to scorch on the bottom--better give it a good stir or it'll get all bitter and burnt.

Yesterday i asked what time does the courier come. you told me the courier would be here at 1030am. that would give me plenty of time to get the TPS reports ready if i started at my usual 9am. but then you call me at home at 830am this morning and ask if "I am aware that the courier comes at 9am"? Henry, are you fucking kidding me? Did I not SPECIFICALLY ask you yesterday what time the courier comes at? I would have been happy to do it last night on my own time if the courier came early. That's why I asked you. Damn right you will have to get another courier in here douschebag. Jesus fucking christ how did i come to work at this fucking company? oh yeah, it's two miles from home. simmer. simmer.

What you need, fenriq, is a giant kitkat.


*runs like heck*

Simmering fury, huh? I spent a damn long time explaining my reasons for discomfort over there, and the folks who disagree have nothing to say beyond that they disagree, haha, it's funny, see? Fucking disrespectful. But that does nothing but confirm my worries, so there's no real change in my view, and not even a ripple of recognition in theirs, though I spent weeks thinking about how to say what I'd say if the topic came up.

So I'm simmeringly furious with myself for even bothering to elucidate a discomfort that those who disagree with me would definitely feel, were the shoe on the other foot.

I don't mind hypocrisy. But I don't like being insulted. I think highly of everyone here, and I don't let comments change that. But I hate wasting my time, and I did over there. I'm chastened by my own actions, and my own conclusions based on the comments of others.

What a shame. What a crying fucking shame: people who throw stones still build glass houses for themselves to live in.

I missed lunch today, and I feel for the first time in a while like I'm wasting my time.

*hands hugh some carpaccio*

But you're still coming to Bunnystock, right?

jonmc: Awesome. Got any bubbly?

danostuporstar: Hell yeah! When is it again?

Bubbly?

*checks under cell toilet lid*

gimme an hour, dawg.

bunnyfire, actually the cure was going for a walk in the rain with my dog.

I've been wondering that meself, Hugh.

If I let out my simmering fury here, it'll cool down. Then what would I do?

Simmering fury.