In Omnia Paratus

Revenge.

I want it. Oh, do I want it. I need it. I crave it. I am completely consumed by the need for it.

Revenge.

You know how there are times in your life when things seem to be going great? And then suddenly, out of nowhere, you round the corner and bam! Someone steps in and fucks it the fuck up. And you never saw it coming because you were too busy being happy. And I know - that's life, shit happens. You should be a bigger man and just let it go. We'll, I'm a woman, so FUCK THAT!

I want my fucking pound of flesh. I want my revenge. And I'm talking real revenge, not the "Hey, I got you a lifetime subscription to The Watchtower" kind of revenge, but Shakespearean, blood-soaked, painful, soul-crushing revenge.

I will dig out my high school clarinet and play klezmer music next door to you 24 hours a day. I will sneak into your basement and I will fry fish. I will befriend your only daughter and I will introduce her to a poet, and I will sit at their wedding and I will laugh.

I'm talking Medea-level revenge.