bedheadchicken

Wanna hear a confession?

I work with a girl named Vanessa. Vanessa is young, fresh faced, always smiling, enthusiastic, a total go-getter, and sometimes dresses like Blossom. She always has a cheery "Good morning" for everyone as she races by on her razor scooter with the basket on front (don't ask) and she loves to make sure that everyone is having a great day.

I want to stab Vanessa in the leg with a pair of scissors. Really badly.

I know that makes me a terrible person. I know it does. It would be like stabbing a Care Bear. But I can't help it. And I don't want to hit a tendon or anything. I don't want to do any permanent damage. I'm not a MONSTER for godsake.

I just want to stab her with a pair of scissors. I can't help it.