My boiling hatred for a certain someone is being manifested in my dreams. I dreamt that I was walking with a group of my friends to a concert when this little asian girl calls me out. She looks like a younger version of this person. Her arms akimbo, she says she’ll kick my ass. I reply, “I’ll put you down in a second!” (That’s some B-movie cheese for you) My friends hold me back, but there’s an unmitigated wrath bubbling within. My animalistic capacity for violence gives me the thought of having just one well-aimed and perfectly executed punch to her jaw. I never get this chance because she’s gone.
But you know what’s not gone? My undeniable addiction to cute, unoffensive webgames. Got me by the horns, I tell you.