Irresponsibility: A teacher with the uncanny ability to throw sensibility out the window during critical times.
Please, just soothe my frazzled nerves.
Dear God, the - had the nerve to inform us in the calmest way possible.
For the love of all things bullshit, we spent a hell of a time fixing the many drafts we did, and if you couldn't give a flying f about it,
please don't be the teacher in charge?
We had the initiative to tell you, albeit nicely (but wearily) TO GIVE A DRAFT TO THE DAMN AUTHORITIES TO APPROVE!
Please just tell me you were joking when you told our very exhausted president TO BASICALLY SPREAD THE NEWS THAT HELL IS FINALLY HERE.
Damn you, as if you had even lent a helping FINGER (yes, FINGER, not HAND.) to assist us in the tiresome job of scaled-down journalism.
(And yea, I could see that your taste wasn't very good either, choosing the worst designers and publishers for a frigging contract wasn't the best idea.)
Hell yea, I'm pissed.
Please, really, have the moo sense (quoted: olh) to practise productive efficiency. Editorial needs to be given a chance to fluorish,
not ruined by your incompetent irresponsible hands.
(Don't think I spared YOU the curses, too. Just what in the whole damn thing do you find offensive? We understand we can come up with crap content, but I'd bet 3,749 million bucks with you that there is absolutely NOTHING offensive in there,
hence the conclusion that you're, unreasonably, being difficult here.)
(Above mentioned 3,749 million would be sent to you in terms of Monopoly money, you can have a cheque too if you'd like. After all, whoever dares to defy -
*All hail the Great One*
would get the jolly opportunity of scrutiny and false guilt for the rest of one's pathetic existence in arr-vee.
And hell yea, noone with moo sense would like that, eh?)
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Knocked out senseless, I'd spend my days having my brain churn out reasons to keep on going, to keep on satisfying.
Great friends improve the quality of life substantially, but unfortunately not exponentially.
You seem to have the uncanny ability to comfort me. Do it now.
"Hi."
"Well, looking on the bright side, we have ice cream."
"Still looking on the bright side, we could always get ANOTHER ice cream."
- Consie Leong <3
The girl has me squealing over her false retarded humour, AND wanting to slap her at the same time.
And wow, I didn't think anyone can do that.
(No, I ain't a homosexual. I'm proud of being a woman, a natural one at that.)
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Have me all riled up over insensitivity and broken promises,
and I swear, the next thing to break would be your nose.
I don't look like much of a fight, but I'd be willing to bet these fists of mine can pack a punch or two.
Never underestimate the power of fury. (Or PMS)
The funny thing is that the girl doesn't even know I'm mad at her!
Perhaps I'd better treat everyone different. It doesn't help when you have a whole bunch of people thinking you're a great victim for their "jokes" and teases.
When it'd offend you, and you can't bloody show it because that's just the way you are, it's even worse.
I'm bloody sick of fuming only at home, punching the innocent walls and seeing red, literally. It'd be good to have this source of violent tendencies transferred elsewhere.