(I stole this prompt from October).

I am terrible at hiding my feelings. I am not good at stopping myself from crying. I am not good at acting nicely to someone I don’t like. It’s a definite weakness, especially in the working world.

It’s something my husband is very good at, and I wish I were more like him. He’s friendly with everyone while I try to hide a scowl on my face. I get very short with people – especially people that I think are stupid or wasting my time.

I also hold grudges. The other day I thought I saw a woman who, when she was part of my life, drove me absolutely insane with her ineptitude. I have a physical reaction to the sight of her. Except it wasn’t actually her.

I can be a bitch, but I have accepted the Rupaul’s Drag Race definition of the word: Being Totally In Control of Herself.

I’m intelligent, I’m in control, and I don’t really have a lot of patience. It’s actually something that has totally shocked my mother when she watches me with my daughter. The kid is the one person in the world that I will be really patient with.

I’d like to think that I’ve gotten better at hiding my feelings as I’ve gotten older but I don’t really know. You’d have to ask someone who has pissed me off.