Injustice makes me mad.

Terrorism. Courts keeping loving parents away from their children for no other reasons other than they can and for a paycheck. Police officers who are so desperate for an arrest they coerce false confessions from innocent people - and false eyewitness accounts to back up the false confessions. Adolf Hitler's reign of terror over Europe. Children being bought and sold as slaves. Girls being raped and then killed. Satan. People who rag on Buffy the Vampire Slayer without really understanding what the show is about (When you assume, you make an... well, you know the rest). Nagging. Most teasing, especially from strangers and people I don't know well.

Little things make me mad too. In the morning, my back is stiff and sore. When I get to the bathroom, the toilet lid is down. That alone makes me @*$#ing mad - I reach down to lift it up and fall down instead. It takes me forever to get back up - the physical pain in me takes a good while to go away everyday. I've told my sister to leave the toilet lid up. I've told my dad. (We three are the only ones who use that bathroom most of the time). They forget. That doesn't lessen my frustration any.

It also makes me mad when my sister borrows my clothes without asking (technically, that's stealing, isn't it?). It makes me mad when she leaves them on the floor. It makes me mad when, after she takes a shower, she doesn't clean up after herself. She thinks we have an invisible lazy maid or something. I thank GOD that I don't have to share a room with her anymore, as much as I love her. She's a slob, plain and simple. I, on the other hand, fall down entirely too much. So I've learned long ago that life was simpler if I kept my room picked up.

Of course, the rest of my family are slow on the uptake... What shall I do with these people?

Stay tuned for the entry on what makes me happy. That list will be much longer, I am sure!