YOUR ANGER IS A GIFT!

Things that make me mad number one:

The first thing (or things, rather) on the list of things I hate because they make me mad is G- and J- Bart. (Shout out to my boy A POPE right there). I'm going to group them as a single entity because they hate that, and I hate them. They are twins, so basically, they are one person and don't deserve to be acknowledged seperately, because I hate them.

Now the reason I hate these...creatures... is because they are snooty beasts of girls. They are funny looking. They also stick their dirty snouts into other people's business. I hate that, and I hate G- and J-.

Now, the more detailed reason as to why I hate them so much stems from me being good looking. They are mad because I am good looking and because Kev is good looking and together, we win the championship trophy for being good looking.

Actually, according to G- and J-, Kev and I are "superficial and egotistical." Erroneous. By God, ERRONEOUS.

This chaps my ass so much because first off, I've met G- and J- once in my life, and ran into G- one other time where I was trying to visit Nicky Stano. Kev only hangs out with them because he's playing wingman, and regardless, he's only seen them a total of three times as well. Now I don't know how you all fly, but usually, the wingman's involvement in the pilot's business is minimal. So why do these swamp donkeys feel the need to involve themselves in our personal lives?

To delve deeper into my anger, these girls bring up issues (again, ones they have no place discussing) and pull the whole "Eeeeh, I don't know if I should tell you, you're going to get mad...." thing, and then once they are pushed to reveal an opinion with no solid foundation because, well, THEY BROUGHT IT UP IN THE FIRST PLACE, they sit and cry when they get a reaction. The response came from Kevin, obviously, who is far calmer than I, and so it was in my opinion entirely too mild. Despite the fact that he was nice about it, these twelve-year-old idiots decide that they are angry with him for disagreeing and elect to blame Kev for "allowing them to say something that would cause strife between...anyone". Grow up, Peter Pan.

Kev, like always, decided that the best thing to do would be to sit down with Nick, G-, and J- and talk about it. Have a little 'feelings circle', if you will. I told him I felt the best thing to do in this scenario is to just dish out shining wizards. Even a scissor kick to the back of the head would suffice.

Why are these cretins so despicable? Why are they so lowly? Why are they so pathetic? Why do they wallow in self-pity? Why are they so... lame?

The answer is, clearly, that they are jealous that they are impish and weird looking, and Kevin and I are godly in both appearance and ability to kick ass.

They manage to piss me off nonetheless.

They crawl around in the lowest levels of gossip and deceit, involving themselves in the lives of people they hardly know. Aren't they in college? Haven't they been out of 6th grade for...seven years? I think they have! Maybe they're upset that they look like they're still IN sixth grade. Either way, I'm not going to rationalize or justify their actions. To reiterate, I hate them.

J- also goes tanning and dyes her hair black. What a tool. That just puts the icing on the cake.
G- has a fourteen-foot-tall moral high horse that she needs a ladder to climb on top of, all the while ensnaring our friend Nicky in a bear trap of manipulation. Let it be known that Nicky Stano is incapable of gnawing off his own leg to save his life.
BTW, they're Kennedy girls. 'Nuff said.


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