Apr 23, 2008 10:19
Stop.
Seriously, stop.
People can only handle so many bombs being dropped on them at one time. Particularly when the bombs happen to be big huge fucking things, and big huge fucking decisions we must make.
It was hard enough trying to deal with the one. But then again, the one is pretty fucking massive.
Two was the icing on the cake, because I am your little punching bag, aren't I?
Well, joke's on you. because I can probably work through both of these.
No more. I'm serious. Not one more fucking ripple until I've had time to deal with all this.
If any other sudden surprises jump out around the corner at me within the next, let's say three months, I am going to go fucking postal. I am not kidding. I will make national news.
Sincerely,
Gavin - having quite the fucking month in Baltimore.
life,
therapeutic letter writing