i feel esoteric rage right now for no good reason other than i am bored it’s mostly pretend rage but at least it is fun like starvation rage sort of. starvation rage is the best cos you can scream your fucking head off at someone and then go YOU KNOW I WAS HUNGRY WHY DID YOU SPEAK TO ME WITH THAT JOKEY TONE OF VOICE IT’S BASICALLY YOUR FAULT I RIPPED YOUR FACE OFF!

yesterday we got denied ferry access on the way back to toronto cos the ferry was full and there was only like ten of us and i was so mad i couldn’t speak, my eyes went in different directions and i zombie-walked over to a bench and pictured murdering the little vietnamese dude who closed the gate down on us and i swear to fucking god if someone tells me that vietnamese isn’t relevent to my story i will jay and silent bob you like NOW. anyway it felt like a war movie or the war of the worlds where tom cruise is trying to get his entire neighborhood on that boat and then it blows up anyway or something i was picturing the ferry exploding and being like YES.

i was already picturing us in the car on land and thinking about canada’s next top model and red wine and cheese and the little man was taking away my FREEDOM so instead of zero to psycho i removed myself from us ten dawdlers who were all shooting the WTFs with each other and the WELL I NEVERS and i sat on that bench in the shade under the tree and slaughtered people in my head.

maybe i am getting my period soon or maybe it was the hash? RAGE HASH!

*whoever has the best rage story in which you were so angry you couldn’t speak and didn’t do anything out of shock wins a postcard.