To The Blue Sky. . .
5.04.2003
Okay, so imagine me swearing like a sailor, shaking my fists, stomping my feet and doing every other motion I can do with my body that expresses: anger, frustration, and criminal intent, and then grabbing *person who frustrates me* and punching them in the head repeatedly until there is lots and lots of blood. Well, maybe just one punch in the head and no blood. You decide, but that's kind of how I'm feeling right now.