Philotic Web

Here it is again. Venting central. For those moments of pure, unadulterated anger that needs to be let loose.

Throw things. Smash things. Scream your head off. Drive your car recklessly. Just refrain from threatening to hurt actual people (including yourself).

*SCREAMS AT COMPUTER*

*Punches pillows*

*Huffs around looking sulky and disappointed*

There. That's better.

*drives car sulkily into smashed pillows with screaming computer riding unbuckled shotgun*

*tears apart house, and destroys everything but her neurotic little dog*

*kicks things*

*hits things*

*uses hammer to fix computer*

*goes on screaming rampage at campaign manager*


*shoots inanimate things with the .22 that she doesn't yet own*


*gets madd that she doesn't have a .22*


*huffs out of the house to go buy comfort food*

*seethes in unmitigated mortification and anger at Bruce, Travis and Justin. I know it was one of you.*

I have no words. I can't even think of anything to do to them.

I am and , and I blame you. All of you. It wasn't all of you, I know, but too f****** bad! Train the members of your gender better, and I won't have to maim you all in your sleep!

The amount of people I would not like to beat senseless is vastly outnumbered by the amount of people I would like to beat senseless.

There are many people I would like to beat with my fists. Others, I want to beat with a baseball bat. A few others I would like to stab in the gut with a knife so they know how I feel.

... I'm angry. And I want things like vampires to be alive just so I could go beat something (or be beaten by something--I don't much care, both are cathartic) without having to answer to the law.

Stupid laws.

*takes out frustration on emoticon*



*feels guilty*
*apologizes*



*all is right with the world*

f*** f*** f*** f*** f***

::::SCREAMS::::


f***!!!!!!!! @#$%*&%$#@!$%&*

:::RIPS THINGS AND BREAKS THINGS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS:::

f*** f*** f*** f*** f*** f*** f***

EVERYONE RUINS EVERYTHING.

*yells @ grandma"

*hits things* *hits everything*

*punches world with the biggest fist she can find* *screams at a subway-car full of people like one of those crazy preachers* *goes nuts*

People. Are. Jerks.

People. Are. Ungrateful. Jerks.

People. Are. Ungrateful. Callous. Unempathetic. Pigs.

::delivers a mighty kick into the groin of whatever higher power is playing with me::

Blech.

WILL SOMEONE JUST f****** LET ME BE HAPPY FOR ONCE???????
I. CANNOT. TAKE. THIS. DAMN. DEPRESSION!

::delivers a mighty kick into the groin of whatever higher power is playing with me::

Ouch.

*sits in corner and sulks really really really quietly*

OMFG I WANT TO STAB SOMEONE IN THE NECK WITH RUSTING SCISSORS

AUUUUGHHH.

*throws a glass at the wall*

*screams*

*slumps in seat in frustration*

Some people f****** suck.

*screams*

I'm SO ******* tired of this! SO ******* TIRED! I want to be able to go to bed and fall asleep. Not go to bed and lay there for ages feeling like I'm going to burst into ******* flames any second.

I don't WANT to go to bed feeling like bawling my eyes out because my own ******* body hates me. Why the **** is it that I'm just fine during the day but get ill at night? It's ******* ******** and I'm ******* tired of it.

*screams some more*

I was just about to go to ******* sleep when my mom got home and Dan came in saying she wanted me to help bring **** in. *** ******* ******!

Then the cat decided he wanted to have a little adventure and tramped around in the bushes for 15 minutes. Those ******* bushes are so ******* evil and I wish to chop them to ******* pieces!


*** ******* ******. One normal night. Is that too ******* much to ask? I can't take much more of this.

:::bangs head up against wall. repeatedly:::

ARRGGHHHH.

*smashes all computer printers and all stupid computers without WORD*

*then smashes into itty bitty bits of mush the person who invented migraines*

ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
COULD ANYTHING ELSE IN MY GODFORSAKEN LIFE GO WRONG???

*kicks things* I'm so tired of what my best friends refer to as B.T.I.M. They're so right, and I'm going to kick something until I stop whining.

(So for a long time.)

You can kick me if you tell me what BTIM is.

I'm going to regret this, aren't I? Let me get my pads...

It's a condition that I have. One of my best friends decided two or three years ago that she was tired of not having a name for it, so she called it BTIM: bad taste in men.

*kicks*

Sorry, but that suddenly brought me back to high school english when discussing The Merchant of Venice, and I had to share.

Teacher: "Portia has one flaw, and it's a flaw I'd say is shared by... ninety percent of all women out there. Anybody know what it is?"
Class: *silent*
Teacher: "She's got bad taste in men."
Class: *light laughter*
Me: "Only ninety percent?"
Teacher: "I was being generous."

At least I think he referred to Portia. I don't remember the play too well, so I'm not entirely sure I remembered the right character there.

*amused*

I saw Phantom of the Opera recently, and I revel in the fact that I finally have found a guy who is such a creepy a****** that I don't find him the least bit attractive. (This place is usually reserved to men who beat their girlfriends/wives and are guilty of rape.)

I have tried to stay quiet about the abuse and misuse of the once-honorable term "hacker" by the media over the past decade or so (mostly because it's an impossible battle). But this.... this... is just too much.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Damn you FOX, damn you!

Ignoring that one thing, the rest of the video is fine and funny and all. But calling *chan frequenters hackers.... no, just f****** no.

Haha

"And bought a dog!"

Awesome, I always wanted to be a hacker.

Yay for sensationalism!

f****** HELL. I KNOW BETTER.

No screaming...

Much anger...

Just a burning pain, in the center of my forehead, when I get angry...

I think I want the screaming back...

Much anger...

AUGH YOU STUPID COMPUTER SYSTEM MAKE ME WASTE ANOTHER WHOLE DAY. AUGH.