Temper, temper!

I'm actually a rather calm person. The problem is I have an explosive temper. I can go from calm to instantly furious in no time. The good thing is this temporary rage takes only about five seconds to simmer. It mostly happens when I'm driving and someone honks at me for no reason. Well, they have a reason, but I don't find it valid. Luckily I've never had a road rage fight.

Sudden noises can trigger that temporary aggressiveness in me. Anything sudden, especially anything sudden that has no real point. I hate when a motherfucker smashes my door instead of knocking. I hate outbursts, which is why I really don't like hanging around random kids much.

When I was 14 my mother and I made a deal. She would buy me a particular CD in one month. After the month came and I asked her about it she told me some shit like "I DONT HAVE MONEY STOP MESSING WITH ME," completely seemed like she just wanted to back out of her word. I said something to her out of frustration because this was nothing new, and she thinks she needs to pull out her fucking tamale paddle to beat me once again. But I'd had enough and I ripped the thing out of her hand, somehow fracturing her arm. I can tell you from that day on a lot of things changed as far as my attitude towards authority and my relationship with her.

The other way I can snap is if you're arguing with me IRL over something sensitive and you just can't shut the fuck up once I tell you the argument is starting to bother me on another level that I want to avoid. I beat the living shit out of a cell mate for this as some of you that've read my journal know. Once Lenore and I were having an argument and she was across the room and before I knew it I jumped out of my chair, snatched it, and started to hurl it across the room at her. Somehow as I was swinging it I realized I was being a madman but it had too much momentum so I just consciously smashed it against the wall instead, shattering it. It was one of those plastic pool side chairs. Sadly I hit the side of my clenched fist against the wall also and damaged it badly, some sort of fracture. To this day I get some pain from it and that was over five years ago.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

GESHmir. You need to find a way to instill fear into this creature's heart. That fucking cat is causing you way too many problems. And why don't you just let that fucker sleep on your lap or something? I have an obnoxious poodle here that does that shit but I just let her sleep there so she can calm the fuck down.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

19 years old? Hang on, gonna check wikipedia (NOT THE MIGHTY GFWIKI) for cat stats.

Holy shit:

Quote:

In captivity, indoor cats typically live 14 to 20 years, though the oldest-known cat lived to age 36

Well, shift around in your seat aggressively and ignore his tongue. Fucker needs to learn.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Good God in that context it sounded like some horrible bondage shit. Damn you.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?