*sharpening knives*

I woke *up* cranky. I have an arsenal of sporks beside me, just waiting for eyeballs. And then I read the mofo's in charge are changing The O.C. timeslot (again) and upgraded my sporks to knives. Big, fuck-off shiny ones. Ones that look like they could skin a crocodile.

What the fucking fuck is that shit! What am I supposed to do now?

(I admit I've been a little lax on the Angel love, but it's the only Joss show on the air anymore. It's a fucking endangered species!)

Sigh. Also, it is fearlessdiva’s birthday and I have no present ready for her. This is bad; I feel like a wicked slacker. So, you know, I prostrate myself (while still sharpening my knives): whatever you want, baby, just ask. It’s the least I can do in the face of your greatness and brilliance and you know, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one of the best divas I know.

Okay, back to being cranky now. Again, I ask What the Fucking Shit is This?. Hello, invasion of privacy or something. Ok, sedate me now.

Knives. I need more knives.

Edited to note: If you have not read serrico's Hostage, you are SO missing the fuck out.

And yes, lots of bad words is definitely a sign of my crankiness.

I’ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin’ barking dogs

Word of the Day: atrabilious \at-ruh-BIL-yuhs\, adjective:
1. Melancholic; gloomy.
2. Irritable; ill-natured; peevish.

*laughs*

The O.C.
( Random Acts of Violence and Kindness )