Mar 11, 2006 01:23
BAH. I hate people.
Dear whoever keeps turning the toaster down,
PLEASE STOP IT. Having it set to ANYTHING LESS THAN FOUR has the effect of waving the bread in the GENERAL DIRECTION of a flame.
Dear same person, undoubtedly,
PLEASE STOP USING MY BUTTER. It's not funny.
Dear Sean Harry,
PLEASE, STOP having a mobile phone as your ticket line. Or at least disable your voicemail on the days when you're going to have insane numbers of calls. Because our phone bill just came from the last three months, and thanks to you I owe £19 in calls to a mobile phone after hitting your inbox FOUR HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO TIMES. In an HOUR. Plus the twice I actually got through.
NO LOVE TO ANY OF YOU,
Rachael.
flatmates,
ranting,
starfury