a co-worker gets the shit kicked out of her by a recently-evicted roommate and two of his buddies who are waiting to do such in her living room after she gets off work but before her son gets home from school.

the boy with whom i did gymnastic routines from the ages of 8-10 and was pretty much sistersister's childhood crush through the majority of her grammarschool and adolescent years, died in a car accident last night.

and to top it off, a friend-o'-mine's strange M.I.A.-ness has turned out to be friend's reaction to getting drunk, drugged, led-home by a stranger who had 5 or 6 other guys waiting, and was gangbang-raped. [[i'm not supposed to know this.]]

but FUCK! i'm so angry.

and i'll tell y'all something... i may be the quiet, somewhat-small-looking, pseudo-pacifist... and, this city may have one of the highest gay populations per capita in north america...

...but give me a few sketches [and a cape] and i will hunt them down and have their bullocks for earrings.

[[i'm a capricorn; we don't make empty threats.]]

i'm quite livid. there should be blood.
...which is probably why i'm not supposed to know anything... er, ...why i haven't heard it directly from the horse's mouth.

and screw "drinking your milkshake;" im'ma gonna throw it [fountain glass and all] in yo' face. and strangely enough... i've never been accused of throwing "like a girl."

UGH! so angry. i need something to punch.

[[i better hide the rolling pins.]]