My girlfriend is an intelligent, beautiful, determined woman and my best friend. She is the most principled person I know.
This blog is an attempt to chronicle the ridiculousness that spews from her mouth daily.
Thanks for visiting,
- the bf
Dear I-in-I,
I find that balance is the key to all things in life, and that includes expressing rage. In my yelling experience, I find that the trick is actually to only yell your first thought. Get ‘em hooked and state your case. So the pressure’s on a bit to make sure your first yell is all-commanding. A bit like Cobra Commander, but without the the reptiles and asswipe GI Joe.
Once you’ve cut through the garbage with your yell, proceed in a scary rageful hiss. The thinking is dual:
Don’t forget - yelling is more of a state of mind than anything else. There are those that can be loud, but can never truly bring it.
Yours in Throaty Health,
Yelling GF
Dear Wounds,
Thanks for bleedin’ on down this way. My yelling speaks for many, nay, ALL. Why do I yell? Sheeeet, the real question is, why don’t YOU yell. YOU CAN DO IT, FRIEND! My yelling comes from an unhealthy combination of disgust/exasperation/rage at the state of stupid in our world. That’s stoopid, with two “oo”s. It is sprinkled with a dash of indignation by the fact that NO ONE ELSE IS YELLING. It only makes me yell LOUDER.
I yell with a strong voice, either fired at the television or while giving cock-eye to my fellow man. Always with some sort of finger gesture. It helps to direct anger. I suggest you try this technique at home first. Legend has it that I sprang from the womb a-yelling and it never stopped. As long as there are fucking morons in the world, I promise the yelling will not cease.
Keep it loud, Yelling GF