It's only 11 am and I'm about to kill someone.
Dear THEMIS,
Get. Cunted.
No fucking love whatsoever, you overcomplicated, ridiculous piece of SHIT of a system,
Me.
(P.S. Oh, and please, PLEASE, someone start arguing with me that it's a "FREAKIN' AWESOME ACCOUNTING SYSTEM, DOOD", so I can have the pleasure of forcing you onto the ground and defecating into your eyes. Not thinking of anyone in particular here, no no no. Oh, wait, this particular tard doesn't read my LJ. Oh well.)
Get. Cunted.
No fucking love whatsoever, you overcomplicated, ridiculous piece of SHIT of a system,
Me.
(P.S. Oh, and please, PLEASE, someone start arguing with me that it's a "FREAKIN' AWESOME ACCOUNTING SYSTEM, DOOD", so I can have the pleasure of forcing you onto the ground and defecating into your eyes. Not thinking of anyone in particular here, no no no. Oh, wait, this particular tard doesn't read my LJ. Oh well.)