NOW I'm ANGRYYYYY...!!
Did you ever play that arcade game where the alligators (or, in a variation that actually makes more sense, moles) pop their heads out of holes and you have to hit them with a mallet before they disappear back into the hole? More and more of them come out more and more quickly as you go, and if you keep doing well, eventually one of them will growl "NOW I'm ANGRYYYY!!!" and the game will go apeshit with lights and noise and alligators darting in and out like crazy.
I am raging quietly right now, but I want so very badly to rage aloud. I want to rip the uncooperative skin from my face. I want to tell customers that all I want for Christmas is for them to fucking learn to fill out a deposit slip, and balance their own fucking goddamn checkbook. I want to pith my boss with a knitting needle like a frog for dissection, or grab her by her ubiquitious, long, overly sprayed ponytail, wrap it around my hand a few times, shake her until her eyes roll back. I want everyone to die. I need something heavy and breakable to throw.
At the very least, I want to bash in the heads of a few of those fucking smug, taunting alligators, kill kill kill them until they die and I win. I need to find a nickel arcade.
I am raging quietly right now, but I want so very badly to rage aloud. I want to rip the uncooperative skin from my face. I want to tell customers that all I want for Christmas is for them to fucking learn to fill out a deposit slip, and balance their own fucking goddamn checkbook. I want to pith my boss with a knitting needle like a frog for dissection, or grab her by her ubiquitious, long, overly sprayed ponytail, wrap it around my hand a few times, shake her until her eyes roll back. I want everyone to die. I need something heavy and breakable to throw.
At the very least, I want to bash in the heads of a few of those fucking smug, taunting alligators, kill kill kill them until they die and I win. I need to find a nickel arcade.