Fix A Flat: Is There an Ego Patch?

I wish I could buy a can of Fix A Flat and spray inside my head for my battered Ego.  Because I am losing a war on being able to understand people.

 

I un-plugged for a few days because I needed a break....

 

WHAM!

 

I opened my voicemail to hear a stranger tell me a dear friend can't talk to me anymore.

 

WTF!

 

Since when did I become somebody's problem that a secretary kindly apologizes to? 

 

Fizzle went the concept of cleaning out the closets of relationships.

 

I don't have to do a thing except be myself.

 

I opened my email to see an email that needed to be packaged up and sent to a country music writer because they think that kind of bullshit is cool.

 

I guess I'm going to place a want ad:

 

Friend needed.  Must have big vocabulary, high standards and morals.  Douche-Bags, Whiners, Assholes, Liars, Weasels, Boot-lickers, Gold-Diggers, Racists, Jerkoffs and Pin-headed Users need not apply.  Must have own life, husband and issues.  Crazy people welcome.  References required. 

 

HA HA!