That's assault brotha. You double dare me?

So yesterday, after what I can only assume was probably the longest phone call ever made between a girlfriend and a boyfriend (I can only imagine how boring their conversations are at this point), Omega pretty much lets me down on us hanging out. No fucking surprise there. I just wanted to punch him in the back of the head but against my better judgement, I did not. I think that sometimes physical violence is the only way to properly deal with people though. You can't talk everything out, I'm sorry, you just can't. How do you know when it's okay to hit someone though? I say with a new computer program, that's how. You type in some parameters, and an algorithm decides what should be done, more specifically, whether it's okay to make an appointment between your fist and your friend's face. It would kind of be like having your own personal court room. It's more than probable that a program that does this will never be created but a boy can dream.

I just realized that tons of my random thoughts are filled with violence. That's probably a red fla...mmm...boobies...