Don't Tongue The Reaper!
Small rant, but also an excuse to use some of the more clever things I have seen on the Internet and at bad_rpers_suck
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Dear You,
I do not have the patience, the time, the energy, or the motivation to deal with your shenanigans. I call them shenanigans because I like to think that you are a B-movie Puck running around with vaguely menacing intentions who can be easily thwarted by a marginally more clever character the writers slapped together because they just didn't care about you or anyone else in the movie. As a matter of fact, said writer wouldn't mind if you, little B-movie Puck, got bent and drowned along with all the other characters in a small water-filled ditch.
But I digress. Your poppycock is not even somewhat amusing, although you clearly seem to think that you can get away with just about anything because gee golly, you are just so cute it's enough to make someone want to pick you up and squeeze you and cuddle you and take you home. I suppose that I could confront you on the subject, but I am leaving that to the person at whom you are directing all of this catty behavior. It might be fun for a few moments to get involved, but then I would just get bored and hope that miraculously get yourself into a second study-abroad program that will get you away from me and from campus for another couple months.
So, please. Put on your big girl panties and deal with whatever is going on rather than your current behavior. Not only is it inappropriate, it's excessively tacky and only further confirms to me that you have no class. Way to go, sweetheart.
Me
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As per usual with these rants. If you can read it, then it has nothing to do with you. On an unrelated note, I do feel bad for the friends who had to deal with me being cranky this past Saturday. This will be rectified as soon as possible.
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Dear You,
I do not have the patience, the time, the energy, or the motivation to deal with your shenanigans. I call them shenanigans because I like to think that you are a B-movie Puck running around with vaguely menacing intentions who can be easily thwarted by a marginally more clever character the writers slapped together because they just didn't care about you or anyone else in the movie. As a matter of fact, said writer wouldn't mind if you, little B-movie Puck, got bent and drowned along with all the other characters in a small water-filled ditch.
But I digress. Your poppycock is not even somewhat amusing, although you clearly seem to think that you can get away with just about anything because gee golly, you are just so cute it's enough to make someone want to pick you up and squeeze you and cuddle you and take you home. I suppose that I could confront you on the subject, but I am leaving that to the person at whom you are directing all of this catty behavior. It might be fun for a few moments to get involved, but then I would just get bored and hope that miraculously get yourself into a second study-abroad program that will get you away from me and from campus for another couple months.
So, please. Put on your big girl panties and deal with whatever is going on rather than your current behavior. Not only is it inappropriate, it's excessively tacky and only further confirms to me that you have no class. Way to go, sweetheart.
Me
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As per usual with these rants. If you can read it, then it has nothing to do with you. On an unrelated note, I do feel bad for the friends who had to deal with me being cranky this past Saturday. This will be rectified as soon as possible.