KIM WON'T TELL ME WHO TOLD BASIL!
And then she's all like "I'm out of the contest????", cuz we're having a contest to see who can be nice to me the longest. OF COURSE YOU'RE OUT OF THE CONTEST. YOU'RE BEING A COMPLETE JERK. WHAT THE HELL WOULD COMPELL YOU NOT TO TELL ME?
I have come up with three answers to that:
1. She told.
2. One of my friends told and she doesn't want me to DESTROY them.
3. He guessed and she feels guilty for not denying it.
Personally, I'm leaning towards the first one. In which case: I TRUSTED YOU, YOU BACKSTABBING TRAITOR! I NEVER TOLD A SOUL YOUR SECRET!
*smoke pours from ears*
That is, of course, only if she did tell. If it's the second one: I'm not some innocent little kid. I can handle it. If it's the third one: I'm not mad at you.
If it's something else: TELL ME, WOMAN!
*throws acid at unsuspecting passerby*
I do not need this crap. Not from Kim. Not from anyone. I. Am. Going. To. Flip. Do you really want to start a screaming contest in the hall? Really?
Now she's not answering me. Excuse me while I find a quiet place, maybe a city park with children laughing, happy old couples resting peacefully, ladies feeding birds, people jogging, and general happiness, and scream profanities into the sky.
*finds a quiet place, maybe a city park with children laughing, happy old couples resting peacefully, ladies feeding birds, people jogging, and general happiness; screams profanities*
I. Am. Pissed. Have you noticed yet?
You know what, Kim? I will ask him. I'm sick of being a freaking wimp, afraid of making any contact with people. Maybe I should thank you. After all, unless I'm really mad, I really don't do anything. Now I'll destroy anyone who tries to calm me down.
To my readers (who aren't being asses): I apologize for setting a virus on your computer and crashing it. I don't get really angry that often. Usually I just get depressed/lethargic. When I get mad, I get really bitchy...huh...
Just a side note: my hands are shaking, breathing is difficult, I can't concentrate on anything, my throat is dry, and I don't want to talk to anyone. I find comfort in listing my symptoms. Not really.
*screams; strangles closest thing, which happens to be the computer*
Update: I don't care if other people have worse problems than me. I just want to scream and have no one care. Okay? OKAY?