A little while back someone told me I was "sanguine".
I was like, "Okay, whatever that is." I recently looked it up and it
said:
san'guine, a. 1. Red; having the color of
blood; as, a sanguine color or countenance. 2.
Abounding with blood; plethoric; as, a sanguine habit of
body. 3. Warm; ardent; as, a sanguine
temperament. 4. Hopefully inclined; confident; as,
sanguine of success.
Well alright. So basically I'm a pretty bloody guy who's
confident. I wish I was confident. Man, I doubt myself all the time.
But I suppose if I'm "sanguine", I should act like it. Okay. Here it
bloody goes:
I bloody woke up this bloody morning and was bloody tired. My
bloody bed felt bloody good but I had a bloody stuffed-up nose that
bloody made it bloody uncomfortable. I bloody went downstairs to
bloody blow my bloody nose and I bloody saw some bloody blood on the
bloody piece of toilet paper. I bloody realized that I had bloody
had a bloody bloody nose while bloody sleeping (isn't this great? I
got to say "bloody" twice in a row because I had a bloody nose).
That bloody sucked. I bloody had a bloody cough and I bloody had to
bloody work today (good thing we haven't installed Cybersitter
again, otherwise it would edit out all each "blood" and only leave
"y"). Work was bloody slow today, and bloody Melissa was bloody
giving off bloody "annoyed" vibes like she bloody was bloody getting
bloody fed up with my bloody presence. The few bloody times I bloody
talked to her, I bloody felt like I bloody was bloody intruding in
on something. I finally bloody told her that I bloody would stop
bloody bugging her, and the bloody whole rest of the bloody day,
neither one of us bloody said much of anything. I don't bloody get
it. She was the bloody last bloody person I'd bloody think would
bloody get bloody annoyed with me. How do I bloody manage to bloody
mess things up all the bloody time? I bloody can't make one bloody
friend without bloody making them bloody feel like I'm bloody
stalking them. I can't bloody change how I bloody feel. I bloody
like to bloody be around the bloody people who bloody make me bloody
feel bloody good and whom I bloody enjoy bloody talking to. I almost
bloody feel like bloody talking to bloody no one unless they bloody
talk to me first. Life is so bloody unpredictable, and for me, that
bloody usually means bloody bad.