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Dear life,
When I dropped my Japanese class, I wasn't doing it to give you more leeway to fuck me over. The thing this morning... You know, where I was supposed to go in and ace my physics test, but instead I fell down the stairs, sprained my wrist, banged the hell out of my knee, scraped up my arm, and spent the morning at the emergency room? Yeah, that thing. That was seriously not on. And did it have to be the right arm? It it really that important to the space-time continuum that I fail my remaining classes this semester? There has to be a less painful way of accomplishing that. Maybe next time I could win an all expenses paid, month long trip to Europe or something? Please?
In conclusion: I hate you. Please stop fucking me up.
- Ob
When I dropped my Japanese class, I wasn't doing it to give you more leeway to fuck me over. The thing this morning... You know, where I was supposed to go in and ace my physics test, but instead I fell down the stairs, sprained my wrist, banged the hell out of my knee, scraped up my arm, and spent the morning at the emergency room? Yeah, that thing. That was seriously not on. And did it have to be the right arm? It it really that important to the space-time continuum that I fail my remaining classes this semester? There has to be a less painful way of accomplishing that. Maybe next time I could win an all expenses paid, month long trip to Europe or something? Please?
In conclusion: I hate you. Please stop fucking me up.
- Ob