Okay, first off, since I know you will be checking this, I was pissed off at you, and you know why. Or, you should. You were acting like all that that I'd tried to get away from, and honestly, I know you must've been over-tired or something had crawled up your butt, but either way... *shakes head* I hope there is no next time. And PS. I was not pissed entirely about the comments you made. That was jsut the final straw. And now you've seen me mad. Don't ever do it again.

I'm not angry anymore... It's too much work to stay angry. And that act in the car? it really was an act. I was feelng a little angry still, which made it really easy to seem more angry than I was. But hoenstly, you need to understand. I am bitch-o-phobic. I do not do well with bithcing... Evey once in a while is okay... everybody has their bad days. But after 2 hours of it, I can only put up with so much. So... bear with me. Anyway, I'm not angry anymore, but still aggravated. Please don't IM me tonight. And just so you know, I ran out of your hosue because I was afraid I was going to tackle you. *nods* It was time for me to leave. G'night ma'am. If you want to go to Panera tomorrow morning, IM or call me. I'll be completely fine by then.

And yes, I still luv ya. No worries.