Do You Enjoy Making Me Mad?

I yelled at Super Evil Flash Programmer today because (for the millionth time) his response to my enlightening him on the SOF (State of Fucked-Upness) of a website, (aka, The Thing That Doesn’t Work Ever Since That Other Thing Was Fixed) was not to my satisfaction.

“It worked yesterday.”

Ok…? So, uh…not very proactive (in my opinion).

Needless to ask (unless you have a compulsive need to point out the obvious…like I do), but why does what happened yesterday matter when something different is happening today? I pointed this out to SEFP, except I did it in an exasperated state of freak-out (now I’m turning verbs into nouns…that is, if to “freak” is a real word). In other words, I wasn’t very nice about.

SEFP’s response was to appear very amused by my momentary state hysteria, which makes me suspect that he’s not nearly as irrational as he likes to appear. I told him he’d better give the programming elves who live in his cube a raise or else start training his rabbits how to use the computer (and then how to program) because someone’s gotta pick up the slack…

I’m starting to think that I attract men in my life who not only enjoy the regularity and ease with which I can sometimes overreact, but who incite it. Those who have low blood pressure level is proportional to viagra sale the obese person’s diabetes and obesity with a high incidence. cialis online online http://robertrobb.com/2016/01/ The rise in cancer survivorship is credited to several different factors. In fact, erectile dysfunction has led many couples tadalafil cheapest price to divorce. They come in the forms of creams, oils, gels, lotions and sometimes even sprays that you just apply on to the viagra active penis and massage the compound into the underlying tissue. Tonight, Relentless admitted that he says things to either make me laugh or become angry (very endearing). It’s usually something perverted involving a shower and mentioned within the first five minutes of our conversation. After that, it’s an uphill battle to adulthood…he claims that if he were really interested in me would use a wiser tactic to get me into the bedroom…(who needs to star in a sit-com when you can live it?). The point is…why do I talk to Relentless? No, actually, the point is…why does God hate women and me in particular? No…the real point is, that there is clearly no such thing as control over life because why would I choose to put up with this abuse? (God, I’m boring…)

Do angry women really provide that much entertainment? If that’s the case, how do I go professional with this gig?

Just for today, I can look at my reactions.