[insert anger here]

Ever have one of those days where you just hate everyone? It's not particularly something someone said or something someone did it's just that today, today you just hate everyone. You can't help it. And it's ok. It's ok. It's not a choice. You can't help but want to projectile vomit all down yourself when you hear overly positive people describe everything as "amazing" and "fantastic". You can't help but want to throw your brew over them and see if they find this event "amazing" and "fantastic" also. You can't help but want to tear somebody's throat out because they nag you like they birthed you. You can't help but "accidentally" flatten the chunky scouser who purposely keeps tredding on your toes as you try to keep goalside of her. You can't help but want to scream at the ejit who gets in the lift with you and goes down from the forth floor to the third. You can't help but want to smush your sandwich in the face of the overly greasy teenager who's displaying his manliness to us females by yelling obscenities across Tesco to his even manlier friend. You can't help but want to cry when Everton beat your boys in the ninety second minute. You can't help wanting to push someone off the sofa when they come home and put the central heating on when it's already hotter than the Sahara desert in your abode. You can't help but want to flick the ears of the asshat who pushes in front of you at the shop to demand they recount his change as you idly stand by waiting, watching your overpriced brew going cold in your hands.

But it's ok.

Breathe.

Right. So maybe it is things people say and things people do that make me hate everyone. I can't help it. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Sometimes I do wish I were both stupid and ignorant so I wouldn't get annoyed by the slightest little things like "official" documents that use Comic Sans and "funky" clipart.

Breathe.

I love you all really.