When faced with complete idiots, I find it hard to control my temper.
When an insensitive man cracks a stupid joke in the middle of a serious conversation, it makes me want to mash that thing hanging between his legs with a pogo stick.
When a person who simply knows nothing about what he’s talking about tells me with his nose in the air what to do or much worse, tells me that what I’m doing is stupid makes me want to stick a dozen kebab sticks in his eye and make him blink a thousand times.
When a woman tries to butt in an exclusive relationship, it makes me want to destroy her teeth.
When a man who knows nothing about good literature laughs at an aspiring writer’s story concepts, it makes me want to shove shards of glass down his throat.
I am not a patient woman. Nor am I a loud one.
So that explains how very few people can handle my presence without hating me. That’s okay, I most probably hate you too. 
touch it?
1 response so far ↓
Rrrico // April 30, 2009 at 5:35 pm
Dude, patience is an intellectual concept for people like us. Pity the fool who chooses to incur our righteous wrath. HIT IT LIKE THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD!