I Swear, It Wasn't Me With The Golf Club.

I'm not a violent person by nature. Trust me. I might have said I want to castrate No.3 with a rusty teaspoon while tying him down in front of a mirror so he can watch.

Alright, that was scary.

BUT, my defense is, I said that after being dumped like unwanted junk the break-up and was feeling depressed and so unwanted sad before it turned into raging anger acceptance.

Now, I'm all calm and indifferent. Its what they say. The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. And No.3 , I don't even care what happens to you even though I know you have a big chance of ending up in a lame marriage and a boring a future. I'll send you a copy of my best selling book one day, alright? The same goes for, wait, No.1 and No.2, you guys don't even contact me anymore. I'm actually glad for the latter to be honest.

Going back to my "I'm not a violent person" by nature, I do tend to say violent things when I'm pissed off. When its by a guy. When its a girl that pissed me off, I'll just slag her off and insult her intelligence or something. When its a guy, well, just be prepared to hear promises of pain and torture.

If you've been reading my blog lately, you'll realised that I'm mad at someone. A guy. And here's some promotion eg: the posts to read.

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And I know, you're interested to know what violent thoughts I'm having.

Let's just say that I'm eyeing the golf clubs and thinking the best place to aim. High or low? Both would be good.

*smiles innocently*

I'm not a violent person by nature. Unless you piss me off.

And of course, I'm wishing the worst too.

Peace Out.