Wretched is the word.
Why can't I just be a bitch sometimes without guilt creeping up inside me!
Sigh~

I have a side to me that few people know about. A naughty, angry, mean and spiteful side that I am not normally conscious of, but surfaces whenever certain stimuli present themselves. For instance, an extremely competent but showy drummer who gives me a subtle sensation that he thinks he's too good. The "oh I don't learn my skills from school-and I don't go by the book-OOo.. U followed EXACtlY what the song was playing?? MEmorized it??" crap. I can't help but feel that his comments are laced with a slight tinge of contempt and complacency. What the heck. I seriously feel like kicking his stupid ass and giving his kiam-pa face one tight mama slap. There! I'm a bitch and I'm proud of it! Ha~