Sometimes I have to fight hard to resist the urge that wants me to do nasty, spiteful things to people. To post anonymous comments on blogs, asking if they think people actually care what the food they ate on the weekend looked like, up close and macro-style, or tell the fashion bloggers the pose they insist on doing has its own piss-take website. To make snarky comments on grammar, about how plurals don't need apostrophes (photo's!) or to email them an edited version of their post with all the mistakes and changes highlight in red. And in bold. Sometimes when I'm in a clothes shop, I want to push all the neatly folded t-shirts onto the floor or to let the clothes fall off the hanger onto the floor and walk away without making any effort to pick them out. I like to imagine what kind of noise a wine bottle would make as I gripped its neck and smashed it into the sharp edge of a brick wall, or what it would feel like to run my key along the length of a shiny and expensive car. To tell someone to piss off and carefully watch their face as their expression changes, taking in what I've just said.

I don't do these things though because I'm not a sociopath or an arsehole. But sometimes, I'm tempted.

**Edit: I feel I should point out I don't want to make snarky comments any of your blogs; I don't follow blogs which annoy me.