Subsiding Rage

I have had uncontrollable rage for the better part of 2 days now. After a half-as* attempt at working off the frustrations at the gym, to no avail, I rolled back to base camp and went on a rampage with a mop. Simply amazed at how liberating I found it to be on this day. Usually I just work through the motions cus let's face it, the job needs to get done, but as I scrubbed, polished, waxed, etc. I felt like I was washing away not only the rage, but all the troubles that have plagued me over the past few months. A fresh start if you will. Who knew scrubbing bubbles would offer so much comfort?!

I feel the need to reward myself for letting go of the rage and having a squeaky clean apartment. I feel the need for whiskey, a short dress with cowboy boots and the easy comradery that can only be found in a Western honky tonk. I guess I'll have to settle for stilettos and martini's in this fabOosh city I call home ;)