No Snitting

I hate it when you're in a snit,

Your panties wadded up a bit; 

The attitude in the air is thick 

from your acrid, acid, self-righteousnit.

It's a contagion you spread,

When you throw a fit 

About things you can't control a bit;

And you  bring us all down when you're in a snit.

I just wish you'd get over it.

Horse's Ass Award

...goes to You!

You, who condescendingly dismisses my communications, despite your encouragement for me to keep you posted. How the hell do you propose to stay in-the-loop if you refuse to open my messages or take my calls?

Here's a news flash--I don't need your business, if that's the condition underwhich it must be secured. There are plenty of other businesses just like yours, who are easier to reach, less trouble to talk with, and in the long run, more profitable for me to manage than you.

Hope the barn door hits you where you do all your thinking.

Don't Feel Flattered

You're still in my Contacts List.
Not because I will ever call you again.
I won't.
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.

I don't want to take your next whining, wheedling, needy phone call. I want to know it's you before you have a chance to remember what a colossal jerk you've been to me before your thoughtless call.

Because I'm not going to answer.
It's just going to go to voice mail.
And that's just a button-push away from deletedom.

You'll be floating in the ether...a disembodied voice.
An annoyance without a brain (like you've always been).
And then you'll be gone.
Buh-bye.