I Got Yelled At

By a woman who owns a dog that Anna attacked.

This was an unexpected, uncalled for assault on my own integrity, the worth of my dogs individually, and the worth of all dogs generally. This woman has a thing, about dogs, has "lifelong scars" on her legs from a dog attack, and a dog.

It hurt all out of proportion to the words, but I'm mostly just really, really, overwhelmingly mad at her now. I'm glad I don't know her name. It's unfortunate that I know where she lives, mostly because I'm pissed enough to go over there and harass her for being such a complete and utter fucking bitch. My idea is this: I leave her notes, on the tree(s) at the end of her driveway that say things like "Here's wishing you the worst in life, bitch. Yours Truly, --God."

or

"Stop whining about your virtues, bitch, it's not that hard."

or
(and this one is because she told me about how upset her husband was about it all)
"I fucked your husband while you were out. He feels better now."

or some other series of words that show how well and truly twisted I am, deep inside, where no one gets to see.


Yeah, fuck you, life, I didn't ask for this.