#0 - Oct. 1, 2009, 11:27 p.m.
And your sense of calm is shattered. The rage begins to build. Your vision starts to get blurry. You smash your mug of against the wall. It erupts in a violent splash of scalding hot coffee and porcelain shards. You lurch forward, tear your shirt off your back, which makes a pleasing sound as the fabric shreds under the duress of your explosion of rage. You grip onto your armrests so tightly that you puncture the fabric - which makes a slight popping sound, and the armrests slowly wheeze out the bit of air trapped inside. You tilt your head back, and shout a gutteral "WHY ME!!!" "WHHHHHHYYYYYY MMMMMMEEEEEE!!!!!"
And then you calm down, come in here, and own up these folks who are writing nonsense. It is a pleasure to watch.
I would subscribe to your magazine.