You know what I'm talking about. Admit it.
I'm horrible. I can recite word-for-word the nasty e-mails my best friend sent me well over six years ago. (Well...she did compare me at thirteen to Osama bin Laden, after all...and I'm not afraid of reminding her of her strange, peculiar way of spelling it, either!) X-D
And when my friends make me angry for some reason or another, all I can think are things like this: "Six months ago you didn't help me search for my missing cat except for ONCE, and you spent the whole forty-five minutes whining about the cold! $%@#! You're horrible, HORRIBLE!"
Normally they have to make me really mad in order for me to actually say these things out loud. REALLY angry. Which luckily, is an extreme rarity. But the thoughts are there nonetheless.
Yep. I'm bad. What about all of you?
"Your room...it's CLEAN!!!"
"I prayed to God...and...it happened...but...where's my million dollars and horse!? Damn it!"