Its Saturday night and I have just stumbled across this site, I've been in one of those moods all day but have something on this Monday which means gettin in trouble tonight isnt a good idea, so I'm just gonna ramble on here for a while to try get some of the aggression out. I just get this way sometimes where i just wanna go out and find a fight. Some would say i need anger management classes, theyre probably right, but ive alway had a temper and i've always loved fighting, ever since I was at school. I grew up in one of the rougher areas of Aberdeen and was always one of the bad girls, drink, drugs, sex and fighting, loved them all. I dont really need a reason for a fight, if i am in the mood for one it doesnt take much for me to get in one. A few years ago I didnt have a problem with walking up to a random lass in the street and getting in her face and lamping her one if she gave the impression she was up for it. These days I try not to do that but when I am in the mood it is very rare that i wont get in a fight if i am out. Last time i was in the mood for one i was in a bar and this girl at the next table had the most annoying whiney English accent, it just got my blood boiling. I'm now banned from there and 3 other places which are owned by the same people. When I fight, I fight to hurt. Most of you wouldnt like seeing me fight probably, because it certainly wouldnt be the typical male fantasy of two quines rolling around and pulling hair and ripping clothes. I punch. I kick. I knee. I headbutt. There are no rules. The adrenaline rush from it is awesome. Hurting whoever it is feels good. Getting in a fight is like an explosion, and after it I feel so good, like i dont have anything left in the world to worry about.
