Hello my name is: Riot Grrrl

Have you ever had one of those days, where you wake up and you're angry? And not like woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bed angry, but just a general sense of passion and ferocity?

I always have a healthy level of angst/rebel/anarchist in me, but today I woke up just pumped and on a mission.

A mission for what, though, I have no fucking idea.

Though, I have this feeling of fuck-you, don't-place-your-labels-on-me, I'm-not-a-puppet-in-your-charade, I'm-not-a-pawn-in-your-game, you-don't-know-how-it-is going on.

Which kicks ass, actually. Hopefully I can put it to good use. Write some lyrics or something.

The Jehovas (et.al.) should consider themselves very lucky that they never do any proselytizing on Sundays. Things could get pretty ugly in my little corner of the world.

Am I the only one feeling like this? Is there some sort of cosmic thing going on, or am I the only lucky one to feel all riled up?

Oh and hey, this is my 300th post! Rambling incoherently for 300 posts, and still going strong. Scary shit.