#nowod

I want to vent here on this quiet white tumblr page. I have only a few followers, and truthfully, of them, I may have no takers who will read the post, so it would probably be perfectly safe to vent. Seriously, doesn't it seem ridiculous to think someone would FIND the post, read it, and be concerned about the content? My mutated ego.

I want to complain (in detail). Exaggerate (with hysterics). And overall paint a picture of a very disturbing situation that doesn't really exist to the extend I would describe  (except in my mind).

But. I won't. Because, I don't ever want the character of the story to somehow see the post. Or, on some crazy, unlikely, nearly impossible chance that someone who knows someone who knows someone may figure out who I'm talking about, I don't want to look like the Mean Girl. Of course, I will be ACTING like the Mean Girl, so I guess it's natural that I would look like the Mean Girl. 

I should change my profile picture.

This rant brought to you by a woman staring at the computer for two days trying to write an article under deadline while squandering the day on time-sucking social media sites.

Plus, I did NO WOD today AND ate chocolate cookies.