Urges.

So I don't mean to ruin Margie's kick-butt picture of her awesome new fireplace, but, you know, sometimes you just need to share a horrible [and yet funny] story with your sisters.

Monday morning. Approximately 7:34am. I’m sitting in the school parking lot, listening to my CD, minding my own business, almost looking forward for the day to start. [Minor exaggeration there, but you get the picture, I’m sure.] I had had no previous anger spells that morning, but, boy! I was about to have one!
I saw the car pull in the next row of parking spots and swing a perfect left into the spot one up and over from my own. Maybe it was that stupid, perfect turn set me off, or maybe it was some deep-rooted reason that I wouldn’t figure out until two periods later. No matter the reason, I was overcome with the strong desire to KEY this person’s car.
Now, let me take this moment to clarify that this person had technically caused no foul against me, that there was no logical reason for my urge. In my mind, however, sisters, there would have been nothing sweeter than running my key down the length of that shiny car, permanently leaving my mark. It would have been a beautiful thing, I swear to you…

Okay, so I guess that was a little more twisted than funny, but looking back on it myself, it’s funny. [And for the record, I did NOT key anyone’s car. It would have been one of the greatest moments of my life, but I didn’t deface anyone’s property. I guess that Martha’s karma deal got the better of me.]
Anyway, my point in all this randomness: Don’t you ever get those urges? When you want something, and you would give nearly anything to have it? The urges comes up out of nowhere and BAM! You want to key that person’s car. Or something like that…