Forgive me, I digress. Having just recently been in most foul a mood, I dedicated myself to trying a technique my mentor suggested; I make myself happy. I don’t brood, I don’t distract myself, and foremost I do not think I am in a bad mood. I just pull myself out of my misery- by the hair if I have to- and think of things that bring smiles to my face. People I love, moments I treasure, nothing evil or sinister, just pleasant reminiscing. Try it some time, when your day is going horribly wrong and just when you think it will never get worse, it starts to rain. Meanwhile, I think I have a poem to re-write.
"As far as I’m concerned, if men are stupid enough to be distracted by lumps of fat with nipples attached, then it’s my duty to take advantage of their weak willed minds." -illwillpress’s original character, ‘Germaine’.
In the same respect, if a cute look from a little girl can sway a man into hesitation, she should knock him out cold by duty’s call.