My family members have anger issues. There's always stories about how they're pissed off at someone for some such thing and on and on and blah and blah.
I've always like to think that:
1. I'm not as angry as my family
2. When I am, it's for a great reason.
Tonight, at rehearsal, I realized I'm as pissy as my next of kin. I was getting mad because the cello section sucked antelope ass. It was completely horrid. I've practiced a LOT while only having the music for two weeks. The other people in the group have played the same music each December for years and still manage to suck herbivore ass in a big way. While driving home, I started to self-doubt and played my part for Chris when I landed at home. His honest critique was that he could hear my shifts but it sounded good and in tune. Thus, he helped perpetuate my belief system and I spent time venting about how I was pissed about such and such and blah and blah. The whole hereditary thing can suck my mammalian ass.
An Erinku:
Cookie crisp
Cookie warm
Perfection in circles.
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