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HAPPY EARF DAY, but. . .
I'm cranky, terribly cranky. And sleep deprived.
This time last year, I was an Amy Heckler film. Now my life has become a paragraph from a Brett Easton Ellis novel.
Cut to now.
I send the kid a NOTICE OF POSSIBLE TERMINATION.
He calls, not begging for his job back, but instead he's making excuses left and right. He claiming that Agency 9 never even gave him a chance, and he's got other classes. And how, well, Agency 9 told him to do the bare minimum.
Clearly, the kid hears what he wants to hear.
On the topic of selective perception, again, I'm still in awe of how another individual let her own voices reign supreme. I know I'm stubborn, but GAW, I remain baffled by .2 inch narrowness and a hearing range that is a micrometer in length! And to meddle upon hyped-up circumstance!
I've really taken on the "to each, thy own" attitude since entering college, but sometimes, I gotsta wonder how some people can feel so g'damn entitled. Need I bring up starving Ethiopians or Vietnamese sex slaves? No.
While I'm venting, let's bring up the name ___ F. ______. I should have listened to Timmy-Tim on that one.
End rage. Enter Positron.
The room is four walls of yellow.
I'm cranky, terribly cranky. And sleep deprived.
This time last year, I was an Amy Heckler film. Now my life has become a paragraph from a Brett Easton Ellis novel.
Cut to now.
I send the kid a NOTICE OF POSSIBLE TERMINATION.
He calls, not begging for his job back, but instead he's making excuses left and right. He claiming that Agency 9 never even gave him a chance, and he's got other classes. And how, well, Agency 9 told him to do the bare minimum.
Clearly, the kid hears what he wants to hear.
On the topic of selective perception, again, I'm still in awe of how another individual let her own voices reign supreme. I know I'm stubborn, but GAW, I remain baffled by .2 inch narrowness and a hearing range that is a micrometer in length! And to meddle upon hyped-up circumstance!
I've really taken on the "to each, thy own" attitude since entering college, but sometimes, I gotsta wonder how some people can feel so g'damn entitled. Need I bring up starving Ethiopians or Vietnamese sex slaves? No.
While I'm venting, let's bring up the name ___ F. ______. I should have listened to Timmy-Tim on that one.
End rage. Enter Positron.
The room is four walls of yellow.