This Fourth of July, I am going to hang out with some friends, go see Farenheit 9/11 (1st Ammendment Rockin' and Rollin'), and then hang out with some more friends.
I fly off the handle easily. I am quick to bite heads off. My temper is a short fuse. I hate arguments. I also hate being wrong. I hate being wrong shoved in my face even more. I hate being misunderstood.
I am my own fireworks display.