Fantasizing about bludgeoning my schoolmates to death for their bullshit is rather theraputic.

One of these days I am going to be sitting there in class, minding my own business, and someone behind me will say (for the millionth time) "Girls in rock bands suck."
And I am going to turn around, very very slowly.
And I am going to smile, very very slowly.
And we are going to go out into the hall to have a Conversation.
It will go something like this:

"KAREN O."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"SIOUXSIE SIOUX."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"JANIS JOPLIN."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"BRODY DALLE."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"JESSICKA."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"TORI AMOS."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"KATHLEEN HANNA."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"PEACHES."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"SHIRLEY MANSON."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"ANNIE LENNOX."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"DEBBIE HARRY."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*
"PJ HARVEY."
*sound of head hitting wall, scream of pain*

And I shall be very happy in knowing that the Conversation has been quite fruitful indeed.