I’m fake. Not all the time. Just some of the time. Mostly, I’m fake about my anger. If you’ve ever seen those flashbacks on TV or the movies where someone flashes a mental picture of them hurling said irritant out the window and then you come back and see calm composure – that would be me. When I’m mad my insides explode and my outside get’s calmer. Dead almost. Or I just get a goofy ass grin and go blonde. Either way. There is a part of me that truly envies women who can exp