irritants

I'm not in a very politicky mood today, because I need to rail. What about? Well, you would feel like wrapping glove-protected fingers around that stupid oily poxy neck and squeezing until it pops. I'm so mad that my teeth are grinding together and playing Beethoven's Symphony No. 5. I'm so irritated that the most powerfuk rash cream would only make me explode.

Oh, and I have to add, that Singapore should attach my parents to the power plant. When the lights go out, all they'll have to do it say "Let's poke Julie's parents a bit, it'll power the city for a week".