I'm a hypocrite. When my mom is pissed at me, I always tell her that anger isn't a primary emotion. "What are you really feeeeeeeling, mom?" Nothing makes her more angry than that and man, is that satisfying.
we are two peas. we have many things to discuss and also we are inclined to share stuff.
sometimes we don't know where one pea begins and the other ends. do you have a friend like that? if you do, you know that sometimes your thinking, dreaming, eating, loving, crafting, crapping, and panicking overlap. we're all tangled up, it's one giant mess, and we're happy as can be.