How are you THAT fucking RETARDED?!
I sent a e-mail to my father at the beginning of September that my laptop was down. Which as anyone could EASILY figure out means that I CAN'T CHECK MY E-MAIL OR GET ONLINE. How fucking difficult is that?! I mean really...it even stated in the DAMN e-mail to call me if he needed to reach me.
So, why am I throwing a fucking fit over this? I just decided to come check interwebs because it has been a while. Which means I have to drive up to ASU to do it...something I don't do very often for several reasons. Well I get an e-mail from my father stating that they are putting Shadow, my dog I've known from SIXTEEN years, to sleep in the next few days. And that I should call them if I want to come see him.
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT ME TO SEE THIS?! THANK GOD I CHECK THIS IN TIME.
Fuck my life.
So, why am I throwing a fucking fit over this? I just decided to come check interwebs because it has been a while. Which means I have to drive up to ASU to do it...something I don't do very often for several reasons. Well I get an e-mail from my father stating that they are putting Shadow, my dog I've known from SIXTEEN years, to sleep in the next few days. And that I should call them if I want to come see him.
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT ME TO SEE THIS?! THANK GOD I CHECK THIS IN TIME.
Fuck my life.