What say - we NOT hug it out!

I am in such a peevishly fighting mood.
It could be because I have been lazing around, not doing a spot of work the whole day or two, or it could be because, really, I just want to argue LOUDLY with, and not limited to
people who are different
people who worship the big noodle in the sky
people who still think Elvis is alive
people who hate Obama
people who love Obama way too much
Sara Pallin lovers
Sara Pallin's speech writer
people who write boring crap that gets sold
people who borrow my books and forget all about them
and anybody else who is NOT
related to me
friends with me
BFF with me
blog friends with me

I want to have a logical argument, where all the facts are on my side with an irrationally idiotic person, whoever it may be.
And after, when the irrationally idiotic person fails to see the extreme logic of my side, I want to throw beforementioned into a tub of mud and fist fight it out.
I don't know which part of my dysfunctional soul this peevishness is coming from.
I have been such an Ari Gold with people around me that I am thinking i should cancel going for Friday b'day party of random friend.
I have always loved Jeremy Piven but nowhere has he touched my soul more than when he dons on the Ari Gold persona
And I want to say the FRACK word out loud.
Frackitty frackitty frack frack!
I was talking to my mom the other day and used the bitch word way too many times, first accidently and then because I was in a 'oh well' kind of mood and wanted to see how far i could take it that I went yeah, I want bitch slap them all.
And there was some silence
and then
my mother told me to shut it and not be nasty.

In other unrelated news,

I miss my car!!!
I miss it, miss it, miss it!
and after months of research and the boy wanting to buy a convertible (which he can't because he already has his little toy, and its my turn again)
i have made up my mind.
What i want is this,

Onam is around the corner and it makes me miss Onam in Dubai, when we all gathered round on the Friday and had brilliant lunch on leaves (where do you get those from, it should be easy considering that we live in Florida, but where oh wherE), with tons of food, cooked by parents
and ate and ate and burped and slept.