When ever I get pissed off at someone, I turn them into throwaway characters in my story who die in the most horrible ways you can imagine. It's a total catharsis and I always feel bertter afterwords.
Funny how literary homicide can be so very theraputic, isn't it? Conversely, so is letting someone live again through a character... or maybe that's just my quirk?
(side note: Afterwords? Being punny or an apropos typo?)