anger management
some malevolent cretin crashed into my car last week. this has rendered me unable to do all of my usual activities such as dance classes and late night visits to friends' houses while the car gets repaired. this makes me very angry. in fact it would be fair to say that i am seething with contempt.
the low-life scum responsible seems determined to make it my problem that he can't tell the difference between a green and red light. first he gives elmo and i a nasty case of ouchies from the impact which threw us forward causing head joltage. and now he seems unwilling to supply me with key insurance details, which leaves me liable to pay the excess on repairs. if i had $400 to spare i guarantee you i could think of better ways to spend it (which i guess is why i don't have $400 to spare).
as a way of channelling my rage into creative output (on advice from my mental health professional) i have written a haiku about the incident:
this friday night past
you rammed the back of my car.
eat shit and die, c*#t.
aaahhh, i feel better already. poetry is so soothing for the soul.
3 Comments:
Now that's what i call poetry.
right then. address please. the upside of this guy's head has an appointment with my open palm. and by open palm i mean clenched fist. and by clenched fist i mean the golf club i keep in my car in case i meet arseholes like these.
also, i send you hugs.
I find it adorable that there was once a time you felt the need to censor the word 'cunt'. How we've all grown as people! xx
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