Yugh.

I hate people. Honestly. Especially when, in a crowded bus, they insist on shrieking, singing, clapping, and being generally hyperactive fifth graders. Yes, we just went over a large bump and almost hit a tree. Ha ha ha ha ha. We are singing songs we learned at Bible Camp. Eeeeeee. See my thrill? Sense my joy?

No?

All I got out of this evening was a headache and a deep, deep depreciation of Anne and Lynn. And various others that do not deserve names.

Bitchy? Yes.

Called for?

What do you think?