No one said it would be easy.

I know one of my new year's resolution is to bite my tongue. I never knew it would be this hard. It's like the world is tempting me and torturing me and challenging me to say something (which in all fairness, is probably something that certain person would very so deserve) but I hold true to what I've said.

(get ready for a full on whine) But it's like almost too easy. I mean, they just set themselves up so easily out there that even a blind motor skill deficient asshat can hit them from a 30 mile marker. It's like they're throwing me bones without them even knowing it. I have all the possible quips and comebacks running a commentary in my head; it's like a bad rerun of Ally McBeal. It would've been so easy to drop a phrase that refers to the Greeks or even a bad one like "Hey, that's something you don't come across with everyday because it's so freaking unnatural!" or "Are you God's punishment for me?" or "Please tell me you're sterile because it would be a crime to have you reproduce".

The stress is killing me. I'm giving myself a peptic ulcer from all this repression. Who knew that being nice would literally kill you?