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rage. pure rage.
2005-05-19 12:45 am

Tonight I am full of anger. Feel my fists of fury!

My old school's magazine did not publish my poetry due to 'alcohol references'. This is ridiculous and fascist and I refuse to keep quiet about it. Do people honestly think that some 8 year old is going to read the word 'beer' and go out to buy a six pack?

I hate people who think Star Wars is just another movie. It's not, okay? It's a fucking legacy. Star Wars isn't good or bad, it just IS.

I hate that I didn't get Star Wars tickets yet and probably won't get to see it until next week.

It's fucking ridiculous that Target underwear only goes down to a size 6. I have to pull it all the way up and chafe my ass so it won't fall down. According to US magazine, model figures 'look good on the runway but not in real life'. Fuck you very much, too.

Fuck all parents who want me to tell their screaming kids what CDs to buy. I don't care how much noise a kid is making, I refuse to play the parent and decide what's 'appropriate' for whom. In my world, everything's appropriate.

I hate women.

.backwards.forwards.