PI In Your Eye

Out of sheer boredom, Repressed Violent Tendencies due to lack of childhood and unadulterated hostility due to said sheer boredom, I took to trailing this lady around Ikea today in hopes of stepping on her shoe and preferably breaking the heel so she'll have to hobble like a bai kah and pissing the hell out of her. I only did so because of abovementioned mood (had to expel some hostility from my system) and the fact that she happily rammed her trolley into my mom's leg and had the lipid-laden guts to glare at my mom in the "Ugh, hello, you like, just banged into MY TROLLEY" way. Yea, heaven forbid anyone abuse her trolley lest she rolls it over your toes and turns you to ashes with her glare.

Unfortunately, for such a fat b***h, she walked unnaturally fast and before I knew it, she was at the check-out counter. To go up to her and step on her shoes would be the furthest thing from subtle and of course, I fear for my safety. What if she decided to backhand me before I could flee? I'll be airborne for at least 5 seconds before my face greets the floor and gets acquainted with the germs and whatnot.

So for the rest of the day, I was feeling very, extremely agitated in the negative-energy filled way. I didn't even get to sweat it out!

EEUUAARRRGGGHH!!!

Am feeling. Extremely Volatile. Like Caesium in water.