Power Politics in the Mini

Never have I felt such a toxic mix of shame, rage, and vulnerability.

I don’t know what to say, what to do.
I am so pissed off I’ve been pissed over. And still have to be grateful.

You have taken opportune advantage of my unfortunate situation.

My ego leaves no room for misplaced attacks composed of sheer bullshit.

Accumulated irritations and outright threats.

You want me out? I’m out. Now, in the snow.

Fortunately, I’d rather turn into an icicle than put up with your presence one second longer.

Overstayed my welcome. Thanks for letting me know so inconsiderately overdue.

Ciao old lady, see you never.

Hope those flowers don’t ruin the stench of your egocentrism, or, excuse me, amiable charity.