"Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"

I once cussed a girl out in the ninth grade. I know, I'm surprised too. But she really, really pissed me off. For the last fuckin' time. It wasn't a big deal in retrospect. Basically she was in my friend group...(well I guess you could call it a clique; it was 9th grade after all) and she made a big deal about me sitting next to her at lunch even though I was sitting where I always sat at lunch. I stood up, threw my bookbag to the other side of the lunch table, knocked over a chair, and said "Why are you such a...friggin'...BITCH!!?" The words just came out; I was actually trying not to cuss. Then I calmly picked up my chair and sat in it, trembling and on the verge of tears. Everyone looked at me like I had the plague. Even the teachers sat in a sort of stunned silence. That kind of behavior has never exactly been characteristic of me. Aside from my direct family, no person since has ever been on the receiving end of my "immeasurable wrath." Mainly because I felt like such an idiot after the first time. But I have to respect the kind of people that don't avoid confrontation. Its good to know that somewhere in the world, all the jerk off bosses, coworkers, ex-friends, snot nose kids, and sonsabitches have it coming, and I don't even have to do it.