I'm planning a session, I'm a moody bitch today, and if you don't like my offensive fucking nature move on. For the rest of you, I'd like to bring up annoying individuals with big fucking mouths.

I went to two movies on Saturday. My first movie was rudely interrupted by some bitch on her cell phone... the second movie was interrupted by some pre-pubescent cunt on a field trip with her bimbette friends. I understand you have a life, I understand that some weeping bastard out there doesn't quite realize you're a pathetic, inconsiderate bitch that's ruining my fucking movie, and I also understand that you're completely unaware that I am on the verge of climbing over this butter stained chair to punch you in that huge flapping orifice 1 inch below your nose. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.

Today I was forced to interact with a coworker, one of those fucking imbeciles that doesn't stop. I could tell this kid I'd like to set his nuts on fire while I shoved his foot in a blender and he'd still try to be my friend. STOP IT, you fucking moron, I don't like you, I don't want to be your friend, I don't want anything from you other than stapling your damn face shut. He asks me how my life and the weather is, and I stare at him in disbelief for a moment, my blood beginning to curdle in my veins with a sick distaste, I wanted nothing more than to spear him with my ballpoint pen. I wanted to return with a question of my own... something like "How's being a blithering idiot working for you?" or "Can you tell this conversation is leading to a downward spiral of homicidal tendencies?" but I didn't.

So I would like to take a moment to vent my inner frustrations by saying to hell with you stupid assholes that can't keep your fucking mouth shut. It's called TACT, and if someone doesn't like you, think of the appropriate thing to do... SHUT THE FUCK UP. And for you cows that sit at the movies with your heard and do nothing but talk, giggle, and bitch... SHUT THE FUCK UP. I hate you fucking people. Go the fuck away.