I hate flags!   I mean those little colored post-it flags.  They look all pretty until you've used about 500 bazillion of them and all you want to do is tear them into tiny little pieces but you can't even do that because they're made of scotch-tape like material and don't rip.  So then you resort to using a pen to stab them, but that's not successful because it makes too much noise and the person in the cubicle next to you would probably freak out.  Cutting them with scissors does not let out enough anger to even be worthwhile.  So pretty soon there is paper all over the floor, scattered flags, and a huge ball that lookes like its made of old skittles, but then you realize its those crappy flags that come in almost every color possible.  That's what I feel like doing right now.  And then maybe jumping on that ball of old skittles until it cries uncle...and then slam dunk it into the trash can and feel less satisfied than I thought the whole process would be.  Screw post it flags!