I have a long fuse, especially with myself.
But when the patience runs out ... stand aside. When I make up my mind to do something, it gets done. Nothing can stand in my way.
That includes my stomach. … But since I decided to go back to tango, my stomach has gone Woody Allen. …
My stomach doesn't understand something.
I am going to tango. But I am not going back.
I have lost patience with that self-demeaning self.
The mutiny is over. I am turning this boat.
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