Dear Mrsatroxi,

Music. I love music. I want to go so far as to say I have music in my soul, but, ehn, I’m no Brian Wilson. I’ve mentioned this plenty of times, but, even though I love music and I am proud of my catholic tastes, I have no musical education whatsoever. I’m a very ignorant person. I am also a very envious person, envious of those with that education I missed. Involvement in music makes me so happy, and I wonder, I think a lot of what if’s, what if somebody had only shoved a guitar into my hands and made me learn it. Despite being an ignoramus, music has helped me get through some bad times, whether it was something from Bach soothing me to sleep or Steve Earle helping me wail out some teenage angst.

Work hasn’t been too much fun, all due to the fact that I have allowed one particular person there to really get under my skin.

So, this week I have been using the power of music as my therapy, and I know all of you out there do too. Here’s my question to you: What are your favorite “kiss off” songs, which ones make you feel better and stronger and smarter and able to take on the world and all the BitchZilla’s in it, even if only for two minutes or so?

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Update! As if anyone cares!

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Here’s a bit of what I’ve been screeching along to:

I Want to Break Free, By Queen

Fall Behind Me & Too Bad About Your Girl, by the Donnas

Filthy Gorgeous & I Can’t Decide, by the Scissor Sisters

Too many kiss-off songs are all about past love, though. More angry anthems, that’s what I say!

Pros of the new job:

More money.
Better hours.
Commendation for a job well done.
Backup.

Cons of the new job:

Bitchzilla.

A story, oh yes, there is. (Why I’m channeling Yoda no idea do I have.)

Ah, folks, folks!

I’m so tired. I’m so tired I don’t even know who I am anymore, let alone having the energy and talent and inclination or time to write anything. I drive home letting the car find the way, I throw something down my throat for dinner and I waddle into bed for a fitful night’s sleep so I can get up and start it all over again.

I need a nap. I need a vacation.

No, strike all of that.

I need to quit.