You know what I really cannot stand anymore?
Feelings.
Who needs them?

They clutter your mind, confuse you, serve to get hurt by, mess with a
certain thing called pride (both inflating and deflating it)...
They serve for your friends to ramble at length about them.
They serve for you to moan and complain about, and for you to blame
your brain blocks ons...

They serve to fill up webspace, and empty pages, and waste ink, and
ruin friendships...

They serve to shake up all your internal organs and to peck away at
your little grey cells.... they serve to nibble your toes when you
sleep and knaw at your cheeks.
They serve to annoy.

So this is it! I declare war on feelings.

Excuse me while I go plot world domination and sip passion fruit juice.