The Ranting Room

In my dream house, I have a soundproof room which has one padded wall which I can bang my head against when I'm angry.

It also has a lot of old furniture, made out of different kinds of woods, (some that break easily and others that dont) that I can throw around and stamp on.

It has a soft comfy bed, lots of fatty things to eat, a HUMONGOUS box of tissues, and tons of squashy pillows that I lay against and cry my heart out.

It has sheaves of paper and pen that I can scribble on and a big waste paper basket to throw my work in after I'm done ranting.

It has a huge fireplace in the middle so I can burn things to my hearts content and let out the pyromaniac in me to roast..err...i mean roost.

It has a bevy of excercise machines so that by working out I can let out my anger/frustration AND become thin and sexy.




It DEFINITELY has a computer with a fast internet speed and tons of space to store music, so that I can play it at full blast while ranting on my blog or to my friends.









Some days are beautiful. But there come some days in a persons life when they want a room like this one to let out their anger and disappointment at life.