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To whom it may concern,
yeah that's right dammit, I'm sober and it's all your fault. It's also your fault that I'm not skipping class today due to excessive book reading, but because I'm lazy and ill.
Ok ill might be a stretch of the imagination, but someone made me unwell. Or I might have by only going out in a light jacket the other night, but I'm going to blame you, you filthy whore.
And I didn't even bother washing my hair this morning because I'm only going to greek and then I'm going the fuck home in order to not read my books that haven't arrived yet you whoremongering sonofabitch.
I also need food because I have none. And I'm fucking hungry, that's your fault too.
And damn you for the coldness here and the shower I had this morning which was more of a light rain, and a lukewarm one at that, and the spider, that was a nice touch.
Thanks for the physical memories of the other night, the ones that replace actual memory- when did I do 100 sit ups? BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE YOU COMPLETE TWAT.
I'm drinking tea that is NOT waking me up and thinking of the long trek to uni, the agonising class I have to sit through, the probably rumbling of my stomach (fucker).
FUCKITY FUCK, you suck!
If you were a person I'd make you go to class for me while I went back to bed, how much sleep have I not have over the weekend due to you? YES YOU! Last night we were up til 2am talking about sex and blow jobs (and that was your fault too!), the night before I didn't get to bed til about 530am and got up at like 10am. I'M TIRED BITCH. SEND ME MY BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKS, deliver them TODAY! Let me get my hands on them THIS AFTERNOON. And I'll be so happy that I'll dance a very short jig. Maybe. Maybe I'll dance it on my way to bed, PLLLLEEEASSSE COMMMMMEEEEEE, PLLLLEAAASSSSEEEEE.
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yeah that's right dammit, I'm sober and it's all your fault. It's also your fault that I'm not skipping class today due to excessive book reading, but because I'm lazy and ill.
Ok ill might be a stretch of the imagination, but someone made me unwell. Or I might have by only going out in a light jacket the other night, but I'm going to blame you, you filthy whore.
And I didn't even bother washing my hair this morning because I'm only going to greek and then I'm going the fuck home in order to not read my books that haven't arrived yet you whoremongering sonofabitch.
I also need food because I have none. And I'm fucking hungry, that's your fault too.
And damn you for the coldness here and the shower I had this morning which was more of a light rain, and a lukewarm one at that, and the spider, that was a nice touch.
Thanks for the physical memories of the other night, the ones that replace actual memory- when did I do 100 sit ups? BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE YOU COMPLETE TWAT.
I'm drinking tea that is NOT waking me up and thinking of the long trek to uni, the agonising class I have to sit through, the probably rumbling of my stomach (fucker).
FUCKITY FUCK, you suck!
If you were a person I'd make you go to class for me while I went back to bed, how much sleep have I not have over the weekend due to you? YES YOU! Last night we were up til 2am talking about sex and blow jobs (and that was your fault too!), the night before I didn't get to bed til about 530am and got up at like 10am. I'M TIRED BITCH. SEND ME MY BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKS, deliver them TODAY! Let me get my hands on them THIS AFTERNOON. And I'll be so happy that I'll dance a very short jig. Maybe. Maybe I'll dance it on my way to bed, PLLLLEEEASSSE COMMMMMEEEEEE, PLLLLEAAASSSSEEEEE.
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