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[nancypants]

so yesterday, i went into my boss's office to ask about who to talk to if i wanted to drop my class at the last minute (for reasonable reasons

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[anonymous]

eep. i don't even know whether to say this or not now but: check yr mailbox - yr real, actual mailbox - soon.

[nancypants]

it's not wednesday yet. you always gotta push it. hmmph.

p.s. i am grumpy.

[anonymous]

things tend to take more than two or three days to get to washington. and last time i checked there's no mail delivery on sun.

so suck the hair out of my asshole you ungrateful wench.

p.s. i don't care.

[anonymous]

p.p.s. one of the solutions to #8 above is that when someone sends you a special package out of the goodness of their heart to cheer you up and make you feel better, you don't poo-poo it.

[anonymous]

p.p.p.s. ESP when he pays xtra to assure that it will get there on the last day of someones agreement and not before (though that will likely get fucked up now too), and if someone needed more time than that, well that's not his fault that he didn't know.

[anonymous]

p.p.p.p.p.s so, in summary: bite me. enjoy your surprise if you care to. throw it away if you don't. the sentiments contained therein are still heartfelt. (you think i'm gonna play that "you hurt me so now i take it back" game anymore?) and that's the last thing i have to say about any of it. see you whenever. later.

[nancypants]

(i appreciate the sentiment of a cheerup package, i do. but maybe what i could use more is respect of my boundaries, the boundaries -we- agreed on.)