You know, there's way too much hurt and sorrow and badness and strife in the world as there is, why would anyone want to cause more?
I don't know, really. But I do know that there are times when I want to. I think about random acts of cruelty, and they make me giddy.

It's a little bit creepy.

The only comforting thing is that I don't act on these impulses. And that's not all that comforting. [sigh]

In semi-related news, but on a much cheerier note, I'm so gonna kill the Scooby Gang tonight. Mwahahahahaha!!