*throws things just to hear them break*
I could write a rant, but I don't bloody feel like it. And what the hell good would it do? Not a godsdamned bit, that's what.
Oh, and Canada? I am SO not your friend right now. Go to your room. We'll talk later when I can form complete, non-expletive sentences.
*takes iPod, sits out on porch for a while*
ETA: Of course the bloody link to the Edmonton Journal doesn't work.
*tries one that does, goes outside*