Must...fight...urge...to...freak...out...

Ahh, screw it! Okay, I am SO FUCKING PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW!!! HOLY FUCK!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL SOMEONE!!
Or at least that is what I was thinking towards the end of the day. Ah, springtime. Apparently hate is in the air. Hate directed quite loosely at me. Maybe I am reading way too much into this, and it's all my imagination with a touch of paranoia, but GODDAMN IT! I swear, if I had access to a weapon of the gunly-kind, I would shoot the shit out of certain stuff. Unforetunately, my father won't let me use his gun, unless I'm shooting milk jug targets at the range. I suppose I could use a knife, but that's too messy, and I have to be at close range to stab. And as much as I threaten to kill, I probably wouldn't have the guts. I don't wanna go to jail or anything. But, in my perfect world, I can kill who I want when I want. And then Lenguiney will serve me icy cold diet soda. And Llama-Llama will drive me to the corpse. And I can spit on it. And then Fugu will prepare a delicious meal. And you'll all wish you weren't so mean to me in high school. Or at least you would, if I hadn't killed you.

I'm finished now. But I'd like to say two, heartfelt words, to the general population.
FUCK YOU.