everything. Now, please.
Yes, on this the day of the beast, 6-6-06, I'm channeling Veruca Salt.
And I'm sure that if I were to be judged a bad egg or a rotten nut, down I'd go to the incinerator.
How did I get like this? I mean, fer Pete's sake, I'm a grown woman and still I think that I should just be able to have what I want — all the time — and everyone should just comply.
Who do I think I am? It's just plain not healthy — especially when I can't have what I want. Because then I spend all my time trying to figure out how I get the unattainable, instead of accepting what I have and trying to being happy.
When did I determine that I'm above the rules? I tell my kid all the time that she has to follow the rules and that she gets what she gets and she shouldn't throw a fit. For me, I'm a fit throwing fool.
Where do I get off trying to have my cake and eat it, too? I mean, yeah, I love cake, but come on. Most people know that once you eat your cake, that's it. Not me, nuh-uh. I gulp my cake then start looking for the next piece.
What do I think is going to come of this? I used to consider myself a reasonable person. Now I just see a petulant child, who is in need of a good spanking.
And finally, why do I know that this is bad, but will, in all likelihood, not do a damn thing about it? Because I'm the queen of everything.