Not a people person.

Lately, I just don't have the patience to deal with difficult people. My cup of misery is already filled enough as it is without having others add to it. People just have a penchant for pissing me off. I have no sympathy...

I don't care if you think you're better than other people.

I don't care if you think you're smarter than people.

Hell, I also don't care if you're my mother and it's your goddamn time of the month or if you're some punk I know from back in the day.

Violate my love for peaceful solitude and you risk your health.

I'd write more, but I instead I'll go dream of kicking people in the teeth in the midst of my seething, quiet storm, passive-aggressive anger. Sometimes I wish I was less of nice guy. If I had no conscience, it'd be a lot easier to be uninhibited and enjoy beating people down verbally/physically. Nothing quite like administering a good arse whoopin' to relieve rage.

Hmph. >=(

(edit. rage makes for some poor grammar and spelling)
posted by G at 4:19 PM   |

in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
1. The act or an instance of inscribing.
2. Something, such as the wording on a coin, medal, monument, or seal, that is inscribed.
3. A short, signed message in a book or on a photograph given as a gift.
4. The usually informal dedication of an artistic work.
5. Jeremiah 31:33