C'est-la-yadda-yadda-vie.

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Edmund has apparently decided that, despite our trimming his claws an hour ago, we're still worthy of being shown his cute and cuddly side. As I type, he is lying in his accustomed perch to my right, curled up in a position that is neither on his side nor on his back, but a combination of the two. He has a paw draped over his nose in an attempt to block out the light from the ceiling fixture.

Yeah, little buddy, I get the hint. It's time to go to bed, and I know it.I spent the past ten minutes or so debating how to answer a posting on a board that I frequent. Funny how new people sometimes feel the need to mark their territory—thus, this person decided to 'correct' me on something that didn't need correcting.

Given that it had to do with a project that I've put quite a few hours into over the past couple of days, the redhead in me wanted to loft a couple of long fingers and say, Hey, buddy, you wanna do this yourself? If not, quitcherbitchin' and go be useful somewhere!

I toned it down, but probably not enough. I'm sure I'll wake up tomorrow and find that I've alienated the poor guy, or that I've got flame mail waiting on me, or something like that. C'est-la-yadda-yadda-vie.

A couple of years of living with Jeff has managed to damp my hotheaded urges a bit—which is probably a good thing. I haven't pissed too many friends off since getting married. I'm either getting older, calmer, or boring, but I'm not sure which.

I suppose it's a good thing. You think I'm nice? You should hear me when I'm pissed off. I laugh now about the fact that I was capable of burning the ears off of some sailors, but I can't help but think back to when Jeff and I were dating and he said to me, "Why do you talk like that? Your communication skills are much better than that…"

Needless to say, I was very embarrassed. My speech patterns were revised almost immediately.

But, every now and then, a random little comment makes me want to open up the faucet full blast and tell everyone what I really think. Even if it's not wise, or adult, or nice.

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