The Curse that keeps on giving

Wouldn't it be sweet if we could hear what people are thinking in their heads. Like in the movie What Women Want. (*I think you're soooooo hot; I just want to wring your neck until the lights turn out; Who dresses you?*) Mind you, nobody would EVER get along, but I'd like to hear what people are really, really, saying in their heads. Better yet, I'd like to have people hear what I am saying in my head. If you know me, you'll find that I hardly ever swear - in my head it sounds really venomous and blood-curdling but it just doesn't seem to have the right effect when it comes out of my mouth.

I am angry. Really fucking angry for caring too much. Consider this my blue period. What frustrates me the most is that I want to say all of these things, but I can't. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, but I won't. I want to....nuh-uh....too R-rated for your viewing.

So cheers to you, you *(&$%*&&#^^%(((&%&*)__!!@$#)(*$W%^@*&%(*@$%()*%^&# and I wish that you *&^$#*@((($&&#($_)^@*&!#)(*%&$%*&$@()*$%@>>?#)_^@+=-! Period.