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?! *eye twitch* ...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. ~Kat