F-to-the-U
Dear Madame Snippet -
I flatter myself that I speak passable English, although the sheer amount of pique induced by your recent behavior has resulted in several typing errors on my part (the way I misspelled "immature," for example, causes me actual physical pain).
Regardless of those not-so-minor mishaps, I believe I made my particular position on the matter crystal clear; I wish to wash my hands of you entirely. The only claims you have to friendship in this house lie entirely with Cassandra. You are welcome to try your luck there, and I do not venture to make her reply for her, but if you continue to behave as you have, I fancy it will be cold in the extreme.
Those claims I refer to are ones you have chosen to relinquish in the most disgusting manner possible. Had you set out to intentionally offend, you could have succeeded no more. Rest assured that your attempts to paint yourself as ungrateful, uncongenial, petty, and altogether worthless of any and all time expended upon your person have been completed to the best of your abilities. Would that your efforts at being a better person had been so skillfully tried.
The time for reply is past - and that time, longer than you deserved, was time you scorned. The scorn is now returned to you a hundredfold; your missives, however delivered, lie unread. Indeed, the very methods you may try have been closed to you. I am, to you, an utter stranger, one who bears you no goodwill.
Again, Cassandra has chosen to receive word from you, as far as I am aware, but I state with perfect certainty that she is no advocate of yours, and will hear any message with a less-than-amiable ear. I know her last stated intentions were to treat you as one dead, or even one who never truly existed. Your callous behavior in ignoring her last words to you was taken in the manner which you no doubt intended , and should she choose to treat you in kind, you have only yourself to blame.
That blame is the same charge that I laid at your door this evening. Harsh words from a friend, but as I am treated, so I respond - friend no longer and if those are the last words I ever speak to you, I will call them too generous by far. The cruel wish that you drink the very gall you produce is heartfelt, but like you, it will soon fall from my mind.
Madame Snippet, Miss Trifle, M'mselle Petite- Salope, I regret only the care and time which I wastefully lavished upon you. 'twould have been better spent on stray dogs.
Content to be nothing to you as you are to me, I remain,
J.
N.B. Disney roleplaying is not as pathetic as being a furry, but it's pretty damn close. Bringing your fanfic to class makes you only second in pathetic to the sad excuse of a professor who would accept it, but again, it's a close second. I'd say get a life, but you're wasting the one you have and you don't deserve a second chance.
Pogue mahone, and you're blocked, bitch.
I flatter myself that I speak passable English, although the sheer amount of pique induced by your recent behavior has resulted in several typing errors on my part (the way I misspelled "immature," for example, causes me actual physical pain).
Regardless of those not-so-minor mishaps, I believe I made my particular position on the matter crystal clear; I wish to wash my hands of you entirely. The only claims you have to friendship in this house lie entirely with Cassandra. You are welcome to try your luck there, and I do not venture to make her reply for her, but if you continue to behave as you have, I fancy it will be cold in the extreme.
Those claims I refer to are ones you have chosen to relinquish in the most disgusting manner possible. Had you set out to intentionally offend, you could have succeeded no more. Rest assured that your attempts to paint yourself as ungrateful, uncongenial, petty, and altogether worthless of any and all time expended upon your person have been completed to the best of your abilities. Would that your efforts at being a better person had been so skillfully tried.
The time for reply is past - and that time, longer than you deserved, was time you scorned. The scorn is now returned to you a hundredfold; your missives, however delivered, lie unread. Indeed, the very methods you may try have been closed to you. I am, to you, an utter stranger, one who bears you no goodwill.
Again, Cassandra has chosen to receive word from you, as far as I am aware, but I state with perfect certainty that she is no advocate of yours, and will hear any message with a less-than-amiable ear. I know her last stated intentions were to treat you as one dead, or even one who never truly existed. Your callous behavior in ignoring her last words to you was taken in the manner which you no doubt intended , and should she choose to treat you in kind, you have only yourself to blame.
That blame is the same charge that I laid at your door this evening. Harsh words from a friend, but as I am treated, so I respond - friend no longer and if those are the last words I ever speak to you, I will call them too generous by far. The cruel wish that you drink the very gall you produce is heartfelt, but like you, it will soon fall from my mind.
Madame Snippet, Miss Trifle, M'mselle Petite- Salope, I regret only the care and time which I wastefully lavished upon you. 'twould have been better spent on stray dogs.
Content to be nothing to you as you are to me, I remain,
J.
N.B. Disney roleplaying is not as pathetic as being a furry, but it's pretty damn close. Bringing your fanfic to class makes you only second in pathetic to the sad excuse of a professor who would accept it, but again, it's a close second. I'd say get a life, but you're wasting the one you have and you don't deserve a second chance.
Pogue mahone, and you're blocked, bitch.