FLAKE!

Flakiness.

Is that a word? It is now. It's a noun and can also be an adjective, like, "this flaky douche bag has really pissed me off today"

The example is also why I'm even writing about this.

We're grown ass adults, with schedules, jobs, lives, if I work around your schedule and when YOU are free...it's most likely because I want to see you. I feel those that sacrifice their time are those that really want to be with you. Of course, being in someone's company should not have to mean they must make sacrifices, but in this case, yes. I'm sacrificing time that can be spent working on a paper. Grant it, it's a short paper and it requires me to compare to types of canned beans...organic and not organic. The life of an aspiring restaurateur is never dull. Ahem.

Ok. So I went to throw away a to-go box and I'm suddenly not bothered anymore. If anything, I really don't feel bad about not seeing this person today. Almost relieved.

Huh.

My anger really peaks, but it's gone faster than it came. (HA...that's what she said)


I'm off.