I just need to rant

Dear AnnaMiss,

Hypocrisy- the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s  own behavior does not conform; pretense.

Irony- the expression of one’s meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect.

I find myself wanting to be free of these burdens that I did not ask for. Why me? It’s not fair, this is cruel and unusual punishment.

“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone”

I find my self so angry and I have the audacity to have an attitude. What gives me that right?

Audacity- the willingness to take bold risks; rude or disrespectful behavior.

FUCK YOU! When I am free you will understand!


Those Hands

Those Hands

Dear AnnaMiss, 

I didn’t know what to write for my first post, so you’ll have to settle for this original piece by yours truly. Also, my day was great. Thanks for asking;)

I watched as he stared at his reflection, turning his head sideways, back and forth. Without looking away from the mirror he turned the faucet on and cupped his hands underneath the running water, then brought them up to his cheeks. His hands had calluses on them from years of hard work. Slightly discolored, they were hard and firm that they belied the care in which he massaged the water into his skin. He gently smoothed his hands across the bottom half of his face and repeated with the water. He looked away this time and grabbed the tube lying on the sink and squeezed the shaving gel onto his fingertips. He rubbed his hands together and I watched as the gel foamed up and coated his fingers. Some slipped through his fingers and he calmly ran the back of his hand onto his jaw and turning his hand rubbed the rest on there as well. As he rubbed the foam onto his stubbly beard and moved his hands in small circles carefully and staring intently at his reflection. He let his hands run under the water again, wiggling and running the pads of his fingers together to rid them of the foam. His gaze shifted toward mine in the mirror and we both stared. The corner of his eyes crinkled and I hurried off back into the kitchen.