There are so many things that are going on in the world today that fill me with anger and rage, and those emotions quickly spiral into despair. I honestly can’t take much more without curling into a ball and weeping in a corner. So you know what? I’m not going that route today. I’m going for more lighthearted ragey things. Also, yeah, as usual, not so wordless. So let’s have a look at the things that make me rage.
Like this fucking bottle of marinade. Who the fuck puts a murderous-looking clown on a food product for an unsuspecting claurophobic shopper to stumble across at the grocery store? Who?! Monsters. That’s who.
Or this tangle of ridiculously gorgeous and expensive yarn – all because I thought I could wind it without using the swift.
Or my son’s Princess Bride hair. Even when my hair would grow past my shoulders, it’s never been this pretty. Unfair!
Or the power cord for my macbook and battery charger cord that my cat, Willow, so thoughtfully chewed through. (Though, I feel like if my friend, Chaos Chris, sees this post she’ll tell me the macbook cord had it coming.) 😉
Sometimes, when you’re angry and ragey and feeling stabby, you just need to burn shit. Real specific shit. Like Jenny Trout and I did earlier this year. It was cathartic as fuck.
I know there are plenty more things that send me over the edge, but these are the pictures that were on my phone. Be sure to click the other names for the other bloggers’ posts.
9 thoughts on “Wordless Wednesday: Anger/Rage”
YES TO ALL OF IT. And I KNOW WHAT YOU BURNED AND I FUCKING LOVE THAT YOU DID!!!!!!!
Also, remind me never to make you ragey 😉
You never make me ragey, Norris.
Clowns. Why did it have to be clowns?
Okay what the hell is with the clown??? Obviously, they didn’t want to sell any of that shit. And yes the yarn. You know if it would just come as a ball we wouldn’t have this problem. Oh and the next time you and Trout burn shit please call me. I have a ton of stuff.
I DON’T KNOW! Here’s the worst part. This marinade is amazing, so I’m forced to buy the bastard. I make him face the the back of the cupboard. I don’t trust the little fucker.
Do you have a swift for winding your yarn? Now, I know better and borrow my mom’s. It’s like this, just a little taller. https://www.etsy.com/listing/225237812/yarn-swift-mini-windmill-traveler-tripod
What does that marinade taste of, PURE TERROR?!
I love burning stuff. Wait, that came out a bit arsonisty. But you know what I mean.
I just laughed so loud I scared the cat. (She is unimpressed.)
I think it’s only a little bit arsonisty. 😀