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Life hardly ever turns out the way you wanted or hoped it would be. And that's when the grown-up in you have to stand up and take control. You know, give yourself the whole "make the best out of the situation" 9 yards talk and then maybe buy yourself a tall cup of Cafe Valencia Frap as a reward. But sometimes, frustration just takes a hold of you like a vise-grip does whatever it is it was meant to grip (funny plumbing things, methinks) and you throw all semblance of maturity out that figurative window. You want (and succeed) to kick and scream and throw a fuss like the 5 year old demon you once were. Some people scrunch up their noses and call it immaturity. I call it my 2nd childhood. So deal with it.
Pfftthhbbb!
Pfftthhbbb!