The Shrieking Violet

The Shrieking Violet

When I was little I thought the saying was “She’s no shrieking violet.” I thought there was a flower somewhere screaming its head off. Maybe that shrieking violet was being intimidated by some bully, like a hydrangea bush. They look like bullies. Or roses, the hybrid kinds. I bet they’re uptight bitches. And racists. Maybe the shrieking violet was yelling because her naughty petals were being molested.
Then again, I never get sayings right. Two birds in a stoned hand. Six and one half dozen of the other. Shit in one hand and have a feather up your butt. The mouse and the spoon ran away with the typhoon.
I should probably get my hearing checked.


About jkhughes2

I'm fat and I hate my job. Well kinda. Kinda on both of those. I love to read and work in a library where they don't let me read. But as long as I get to be around books I'm happy. I once wanted to be a writer and then realized that I'm too lazy to write a book but not too lazy to write a blog. And blogging is like keeping a journal except my posts are the equivalent of verbal diarrhea. And oh yeah. I have really low self-esteem. I have a dog named Max but I call him Maxhole. He's the first dog I've ever had. I find his daily life way more interesting than mine or most people I know. That's about it. I hate politics and computer books. I secretly wish I was Doctor Who but can't remember if that's "was" or "were." Now that's it.
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One Response to The Shrieking Violet

  1. Morguie says:

    lmao…silly girl…twix are fer kidz!

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