So, i do not wish for anyone to take this seriously, but i was writing a poem about crows and urinating at five in the morning, a most publishable piece, and heard an outcry from the kitchen "jesus cristo, jesus cristo". I, of course, knew that my roommate nick had spent several days in a perpetually building foul mood and had prepared myself for the imminent expulsion, not knowing, however, that i was going to be the brunt of it. I went to the kitchen, determinedly cheerful, and was blamed, quite starkly, of my guilt in steal tomatoes. I of course steal many things: tea bags, bulk pignoli from shop n' save's(which is not proper italian, in italy they art called "pignolo"), the occasional fancy cheese. I do not, though, eat my roommates tomatoes without facing up to it. alas, it was the first time i wanted to fight someone, exciting!!! I did catch myself though and went from the angry faced, fist-clenching, eager-to-fight, aggressor to the puppy-faced and deeply hurt though still righteously angry innocent man. I went to the fridge to discover two things, the first was that my knees were shaking (rather like a dog that is not used to being angry) and second that I could not stand the thought of food. I left, frantically.
This leg trembling thing happens far too often. I am not typically a fan, but i am always happy to have something happen to me that is not completely within my control. I am not hoping to be put into slavery, disemboweled, stabbed or anything (all things that i would "tremble" over) but i should not like confrontation so much.
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