Listening to: Devils Haircut - Beck
Angry does not beging to describe my mood.
Not even the beginning.
I am going to kick his sorry ass. Effing bastard that I am sad to be related to.
so dead. He is so dead when I get my hands on him. Rach is going to wish she took my pocket knife, because I am mad enough to kill him with it.
DAMN BASTARD! NO ONE SCREWS WITH MY FRIENDS! NO ONE MESSES WITH THEM LIKE THAT! EVER!!!
I don't think I've ever hated someone so much as in this moment right now. I have never read an email that has mad me that angry, nor a conversation that has mad me that damn pissed off.
WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?!
...really think I'm going to leave my pocketknife home, he's not worth going to jail over.
You know what's funny? If it had been me in Rachaels place
I wouldn't of been mad at all.
I dunno why this pisses me off so much.
Bastard deserves it though.