O.K I just heard very bad news.

My relatives came to my house yesterday. O.k, cool. They brought some kids, o.k, cool. Then one kid was throwing a tantrum cos' his daddy don't let him go swim. O.k, not my huan lo. BUT THAT PIECE OF SHIT CAME TO MY ROOM, AND VENTED HIS ANGER ON MY GUITAR, MY AMP, AND MY PIANO!

OH MY FUCKING GOD!

HEY! THAT PIANO COST LIKE 3K! AND THE GUITAR AND AMP COST 1K! IT'S WORTH MUCH MORE THAN YOU! THOSE ARE MY PRIDE AND JOY! THEY WENT THROUGH SHIT WITH ME TOGETHER!

And that bitch attacked my piano, my guitar and my amp.

Oh Emily, why didn't your strings snap and blind that bitch? Oh Amanda, why didn't you give out an electric shock that will awe even the Nautilus? Oh Penny, if you are too elegant to do shit, at least fall onto that bitchass kid and kill him!

Oh my god.

I still cannot get over it.

You can burn my house, you can steal my phone, you can take away my wallet, you can do shit, but you don't mess with my instruments ok! THEY ARE SACRED YOU BITCH!

I wish he dies tomorrow.

Hell knoweth no fury like a KJ scorneth.