Some days Mother Nature needs to be bitch slapped.

It's the sort of day where I want to be swinging an axe at someone and chopping them to freaking bits. No, it's nothing specific, the day hasn't been glorious but it has done nothing to me to justify the wrath I feel like spewing right now. I don't even have any beef I can hack with a knife or chicken to rip apart. Noooo.... all I have are nice polite pastas and soft fluffy potatoes. I need a Dora Dora the Mother Fucking Explorer pinata to beat to a bloody pulp today.