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The lady that lives inside my Tom-Tom gets the brunt of my anger a lot of the time. I tend to yell "what the fuck is WRONG with you?!" at her a lot. I don't tend to yell at things that I don't ascribe a personality to... like a pole, or a wall. But the cats, my car, other drivers that cannot hear me, characters in movies, directors of movies, my dishwasher, the POS washer and dryer, my computer... it's all fair game. S gets really frustrated and weirded out at me when I talk to the cats like they can understand me, e.g. "If you wouldn't sit there, I wouldn't step on you, you little motherfucker! Don't get pissy at me!"
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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