Die, die, die my darling

I love my friends. Especially my girlfriends (no offence to the dudes, but I'm not exactly a huge fan of that particular half of the population at the moment). Amazing how you babes catch up so quickly... I guess it's good to know people are keeping tabs on me. Or something. Anyways, I'll be all right. And I WILL talk about it, eventually. Just not right now. I'm still too angry, I think. Keep me away from baseball bats, axes and choppers. And guys. Cheers!

I think things are getting a little bit clearer, day by day. Certainly can't ignore the tons of advice, and the horror stories are very comforting, in a strange way. At least I know I'm not alone. Not by a long shot... but still. Sigh. I still feel like kicking things...!!!!

Far suggested kickboxing. I might take her up on that.

Or something a bit bloodier...

These days I vacillate between super energetic, almost hyper - that's when I finish all my work too fast and comtemplate asking for more (bad idea!) or I totally kill myself at the gym and make my trainer very happy (I swear, the guy's a sadist, he laughs when I whimper in pain) - and so lifeless I'm borderline comatose.

...

Still feel like kicking things. Hard. Guess I'm in the energetic phase right now.

Listening to lots of angry music. My Chemical Romance's 'Famous Last Words' and Shinedown's 'Second Chance' in particular.

My eyes are open wide/
By the way I made it through the day/
I watch the world outside/
By the way I'm leaving out today

I'm not angry, I'm just saying/
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance...

Yeah. Oh and I really like this one:

Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Shut your pretty mouth
I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you, in hell

- Die, Die My Darling. Metallica

Hmmmmmm. You can see the direction my thoughts have taken. It's pretty dark, this road. And perhaps, this way madness lies.

But what the heck.

I've just devoured two awesomely thick novels Sam lent me. Twilight and New Moon. I finished each one in about four hours each, which is impressive, even by my standards. But as Sam says, don't you just love Edward? And indeed I do. I think I've just developed a major crush on a fictional character, which says something about what I think of real guys right now - especially considering Edward's a vampire. Heh. I think I'm developing a streak of dark humour somewhere there...

Moody. I'm about done with the ranting for today, though I'm still fighting the urge to kick things, hard, which would probably mean three broken toes and a concussion, knowing me, so I won't - but I'm not exactly chipper. Argh. Stupid guys.

I'm still being too bloody nice, aren't I? Dangit.