You escaped the justice that people intend for people like you.

If you're positive that you're right, and you're actually wrong, then I'll see your smug, snickering, fat face rotting in hell. It might just be enough to brighten one of the indeterminably long days I'm likely to be spending there.

I can't help but feel vindication (not joy, mind you, but vindication) when I see someone who can somehow honestly believe that his actions have no consequences. At the risk of sounding cliche (which isn't a high risk since no one ever reads this shit anyway), I remind myself that there are always consequences. Your vicious acts will always catch you, and if they don't during your short, SHORT life that you stupidly and selfishly worship as the highest thing, you will wish they had.

Can't I turn off the fucking mood? As lovely as the icons are, sometimes they just seem to detract.