Don't wanna be the one to pop your cherry, girl...

[40cakes]

Musn't kill. Musn't kill. Musn't kill. Musn't kill.

I'm a pretty mellow person. Nothing really gets me very angry for long. This is because I try to see things in black and white, try to see the other person's side. It's also because I have the attention span of a gnat, but that's another matter. I can't bring myself to be cruel to another person. Even when someone does me wrong, I try to be nice to them.
That being said, there is one person in the universe I hate. There is one person whose very name makes my hair stand on end. ONe person who the very sight of makes my body get into a defensive position, ready to attack if necessary. One person who makes me see red, and who makes me wish it was the red of her blood.

And Tuesday, I go to Writing Children's Stories. And who should be sitting in the chair next to mine when I arrive?

One Athena Muscio.

Musn't kill. Musn't kill. Musn't kill.

I have visions of ripping the bar bel out of her ear love. Wonder if she got her tongue repierced. Or does that piercing leave a permanent hole?

I doodle Rem (the one from my class) telling me that no one has the right to take the life of another. I doodle mini-Knives telling me to "Kill! Kill!" I draw her being eaten by a giant fish.

Musn't kill. Musn't kill.

And on Tuesday, I thought maybe she was just sitting in on the class for one of her education classes. When she showed up Thursday and her name was on the roster, I discovered she's a permanent fixture.

Fuck.

>^..^