I'll Mess Up Yo' Face Real Bad!

I suck at "brotha from 'da hood" speak, so I should just quit while I'm ahead ^_^

But, dude, I'm pissed. This little pretty boy something-or-another's been calling my younger brother some not nice names (on freaking MySpace so everyone and their grandma can read it). I wanted to call the little sonuva*badword* out on it, but I realized that it was from about a week ago and it wouldn't be very good to bring it up now. But seriously, just don't even try it with me. I've had to deal with worse and when it comes to my family... well, they don't call me Wildcat for nothin'. Especially don't take cheap shots about Mark and his dating life because I will go ballistic on your candy-ass.

These people annoy me like nothing else. This kid is like -- let me put it this way: I have a greater sense of my own masculinity than he does of his own, so he has very little room to talk about being a pansy.

Sorry if this doesn't sound very coherent, but when I'm ticked, my muse takes a one-way ticket to Jupiter and maybe it'll think about buying a return trip. Give it time and then I can respond with something very witty and clever (one of my many weaknesses).

Love from (wow, that's a strange juxtaposition...)
Jenny Wildcat