Thursday, August 27, 2009

Feelin Mean


Having a mean streak like a mother fucker. Can't explain it, but I'm feeling like a mean girl right now. No, it's not hormones--I SHOULD be pleasant according to my biological clock. But I'm not. It's the kind of feeling that makes you want to go into a biker bar and start a fight just for fun. I wouldn't necessarily have to swing my dukes to be happy; I'd settle for stirring the pot and walkin away. It's the kind of mean that sits deep in your belly waiting for the right target. The hormone kinda mean sits on the surface and picks on anyone stupid enough to enter your personal space. This kinda mean is deep and only finds a worthy target. One who deserves it. Haven't felt this way too many times in my life, really, honest. I have amazing self-control when it comes to my ugly side. I don't let it out to play often enough. Promise to lock onto deserving targets . . . . would probably kick a man in the balls right now who crossed me the wrong way. Consider yourselves warned.