When I feel like channeling my inner angsty teen or when I feel the need to yell absurdly loud, I listen to music from those who feel the same. Weirdly enough, instead of fueling my frustrations, listening to angry music actually is a way to let off steam
I'm only responsible for what I say, not for what you understand. Although as an author I am responsible for making readers understand--a reader who doesn't understand is an unhappy reader. (And there is some value to leaving some questions unanswered.
One of the advantages of working a labour intensive job from dusk ’til dawn is the huge metabolic cost it imparts, I mean imagine if you had the time to do hours of cardio per day, you’d stay pretty lean right?