I think "Frustrated, young, and poor" is a more apt description of who I am.

I've begun to take my frustration out on the people around me in the form of a monkey puppet I picked up at a Salvation Army donation station. I've started hiding the monkey puppet in inconspicuous places, hoping that people will inadvertently happen upon him when they least expect it. Yesterday I duct-taped him to the back door of one of the bathroom stalls. Tonight, I stuffed him in the microwave when no one was looking. I've also considered taping him to the outside of door frames in the middle of the night so unsuspecting victims will walk right into him in the morning.

As the old saying goes, "Frustration loves company."