dear people who throw things diary,
someday when i grow up, ima be with an adult male who doesn't throw items against the wall and then pick them up and bring them back and present them to me and say, "see! i hate you." i didn't throw said item against the wall. i didn't even know what went whirling across the room at such a tremendous speed- all because i want my kid to move in next door. so now i have a pounding headache, and the unibomber has gone to mcdonalds. ahh, the peace and quiet of alone time.