Peter Panic Attack
periods of anxiety combined w/ refusal to grow up
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2008
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- 473
Hey hucifer -can I break in on your TR to give Peter Panic Attack a quick shout-out? I finally started reading your TR, but I can't reply of course, and had to say everyone is right: IT ROCKS! I'm joining the league to get you to write another.
Thanks PrincessV....and go Gators! Im still in mourning over the SEC championship game. I overheard the final score from a couple of Alabama fans while waiting for the next showing of O Canada. Even Martin Shorts light and playful banter couldnt lift my spirits .because after all .I blame Canada.
Then he asked if I wanted the super-cool, gravity-defying, awesomeness-inspiring real space flight, or the wimpy wimpy store-brand ride that never leaves the ground.
Boy I dont know .because they both sound equally awesome. Youve made it so hard to choose.
So instead of containing my pleasure, I breeze by the Greenies, taunting them by skipping through the queue, evil smile playing on my lips, and flashing my orange badge at each of them as I pass.
Looks like Angel Hucifer was on a union break.
And as much as I loved Magic Kingdom, I preferred Epcot.
Burn her! Burn her!
Feeling generous, I gave up my seat for an elderly couple and walked up to the doors. A man and his teenage son were standing next to me. The son was wearing a grey hoodie. The man was holding a giant beer glass that, although empty, looked like it recently contained a whole lotta beer.
Maybe you should have saved your seat for the giant beer guy .before he falls on somebody. Statistically speaking, an elderly couple is lighter than a male beer-drinker .and far less likely to do significant damage in a tumble.
But when I smile back, I realize then that Ive already been smiling. Which would explain things. There, plastered on my face, was my state of mind like a window to my soul. I was happy. And people could clearly see that.
Ahhh Angel Hucifer is back.
I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom, still carrying the bag away from my body and making sure that my body language is shouting, Not mine! Not keeping it! Trying to find its rightful owner! I certainly dont want to put out the Its mine! I bought it! It was with me the whole time! vibe.
That may not have been the only vibe you were sending .when you exit a public restroom carrying a bag away from your body at arms length.