We're dealing in the limits

Sometimes do you just not care about being nice?  The last thing you feel like doing is pretending to actually care about how the barista's day is going.  You have zero desire to listen to a friend wax poetic about her husband/job/car/new boob job. You seriously could not care less that Justin Timberlake is finally engaged to that chick from 7th Heaven. You want to tell your college frenemy that no, you still think she is an ahole and yes, you still hold a grudge...add a PS to that and let her know that her crows feet make you happy.

Or maybe you wish you could write on FB about how effin rad it is that your ex bf/gf/friend is frumpy as hell and is married to an equally frumpy partner. Reach through your computer and smack around anyone who still thinks that LOLcats are humorous and POSTS them. Wish to high heaven that there was an unlike button...no wait, let's call it a side eye button, on Facebook. You know, side eye...when you can't believe someone actually said what they just did...give them the side eye. Add a sneer for an extra oomph.

Sigh. 

Okay, the truth is that none of this would make me feel better. Nope. I would actually feel horrible. Well, except for maybe the LOLcats thing only because that is a true pet peeve. Ha, petpeeve.

love, Romy