rone | where the journalizing writer is vague and speaks in metaphors

You know, it's fucking hard when someone decides to fill your karmic bucket with anger, because you have to carry the goddamned thing around until you find a good place to pour some out, except you can't pour out a lot because it's bad for the environment and, anyway, someone will notice and make you scrape it back up. You can't just tip it over and dump it because that's going to make a huge fucking mess. And pouring it out is HARD when it's so full and heavy, and all the other normal situations that make their contribution to the anger just make it heavier, whereas normally you can just dispose of them with ease.

So that's what the last two days have been like. I'm tired, and i'm sore, and if i ever find that motherfucker, i'm going to repay his karmic debt with interest.