In my last post, I have to admit, I was being a bit of an Angry Amy, a Bellicose Betty (a Belligerent Bertha if you will), a Cantankerous Carlie (some might say a Choleric Clara), a Dark Diana, an Exacerbated Edna (or perhaps an Enraged Ellen), Fuming Francine, Grumbling Greta, Harsh Harriet, Incensed Ingrid (better than an Irate Iris?), a Jerkish Jennie, though certainly not a Kindly Karen or a Loving Loretta, though perhaps a Misanthropic Moira, a Not-nice Nancy, an Ornery Ophelia, Pissed Penelope, at least something of a Queer Qadira, augmented with a touch of Raging Rhonda, Seething Samantha, Tempestuous Tess, Unsound Ursula, Violent Violet, Whip-Wielding Wanda, Xylenous Xena, and Yammering Yolanda, but in all I'm just more of a Zany Zabrina.
I had to take a liberty or two there, like turning xylene into an adjective, and hyphenating whip-wielding for triple Scattergories points, but such is life.
1:51 AM is brought to you by Bacardi...
At this point my soul's grown old and rusty, burnt beneath the rising sun, it's locked up like a trophy, forgetting all the things it's done, and though it's been a long time I'm right back where I started from. I see it in my eyes, tonight I'm giving up the gun.