Do not even SPEAK to me

This is only one of the things making me bite through my lip

You know what I really hate? Parents who make themselves feel bigger by displaying the power that they have over their children. It's infuriating. People who wait until they're in a public space, a bus or a supermarket or a crowded street, and use that theater to stage an argument in which they can demonstrably win and therefore people will be impressed by their stature in society. UGH.

My life is actually filled, right now, with examples of UR DOIN IT RONG. Painfully, miserably, stress-inducingly filled, and I don't have an appropriate forum to vent my anger - much as I love you, capslock ain't gonna cut it - so I'm trying to just isolate myself until it goes away, for fear of upsetting someone who cannot take the upset. So I am sorry if I am not meeting your emotional needs at present, I will get back to you when I can type without breaking the keyboard against my fingers, or breaking my fingers against the keyboard.

I'm kind of trying to renegotiate my life around myself at the moment, re-order my space, and I'm not sure how that's going to work or where I'm going to end up with it. There are a lot of things I need to figure out and change and move around, re-prioritising for the not so much win as lack of complete fail, but right now I can't see the wood for the HAZE OF BLINDING RAGE.

So.

Pang!

Man, sudden fandom nostalgia. I miss Stanley Raymond Kowalski like nobody's business.

(I'm sorting out the vids I've inherited/been given/downloaded. Working out what I like. It's an interesting journey.)