angry babyOkay, we’re all grown up enough to realize it’s not all about us, but dammit, some of it sure is! And that’s the part we celebrate on


You get up every morning when you’re supposed to, beat your way to work right on time, and do your job the way it’s supposed to be done, just to pay the bills and put food on the table, with maybe a little left for fun, or maybe not.

You do this day in, day out, obeying the rules and doing things “the way they’re supposed to be done,” trying not to make waves or drawing too much attention to yourself.

Well, screw all that horseshit today! This is your day, and what you say goes. Cold lasagna for breakfast? Hell, yeah! That “Yield” traffic sign on the corner? Your credo shall be “I yield to no man today!” Let them all get the hell out of your way while you peel rubber with your music blasting.

Answer the phone at work by saying “who are you and what do you want?” Wear your favorite old denim jacket and those high tops no one likes but you today. Go to Burger King and actually demand they cook your burger your way, blood rare and none of those damned sesame seeds on your bun.

It’s only one day, so make the most of it and annoy the crap out of as many people as you possibly can. Just don’t say “My way or the highway.”

•Suggested activities: Be an opera singer: “Me-me-me-me!”

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