I choose anger. I’d like to have a kicking, screaming temper tantrum that ended with my raging hands wrapped around the neck of the bitch responsible. And right when she thought I was going to strangle her, I’d plunge my thumb into her throat so at the moment she thought she would finally get some air she couldn’t get air. Seems like something I heard in a self defense class. The hole in the throat part, not the strangling part. Of course I wouldn’t be using it for self defense. I’m sure she’s had a self defense class, too though. Somebody who fucks people’s lives up on the regular should take a self defense class.
Oh my headache went away. Maybe there’s something medicinal about imagining the life drain out of a person.
Train Bumor 