Dear Florida:

I know it's summer and all, but no.  STOP BEING SO FUCKING HOT.  STOP.  NOW.

No love,

The Hack

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Dear Media-type Persons:

SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT ANGELINA JOLIE, BRAD PITT, THEIR FUCKING BENETTON AD BROOD, AND HER ABOUT TO HAVE HER FUCKING TWINS.

Die in a fire,

The Hack

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Of the 2, the second one bothers me more.  Since I kinda hate ( Read more... )

 The state of education in this state never ceases to amaze me.

So back in the 1980s, FIU made a name for itself in Miami (and maybe it wouldn't be too presumptuous to say "the state of Florida," but I could be wrong) for cranking out teachers like they were going out of style.  I'm dead serious; more than half of my former teachers got their ( Read more... )

 So I got a review from a reader the other day concerning The Dead.  It wasn't a bad review, necessarily, and at the time, I treated it like I'd treat any other review--I politely corrected the reviewer's notions as to the content of the fic.

But the more I thought about it, the more it irritated me.  Especially after reading this reviewer's profile ( Read more... )

 So.  Here's the update on my attempt to graduate before the decade is out (oh, what lofty dreams I dream):

That's right, kiddies: I have made no progress.  Unless you want to call finding out from one prof that apparently, there's plenty of space in the class, it's that the system is fucked up and that's why you can't sign up and by the way, I can' ( Read more... )

 Some Thoughts Which Have Recently Occurred to Me:

1) Nenzi's Tokyo TA, Jane Marie, can suck a big fat dick and die in a fire.  For Nenzi, I would attempt to read a ridiculously long article concerning the 1964 Winter Olympics in Tokyo--but only if Nenzi had given either a) no other readings or b) one other, smaller sized reading (which is exactly ( Read more... )

 I find myself decidedly unhappy.

Possibly, this will make me sound incredibly...er, asshole-like, but I figure most of you have figured out by now that I sort of am one, so this won't surprise you.  Possibly infuriate you, but not surprise you.

Got my first paper back from my American Lit prof...it was a C+.

Suffice to say, I wasn't quite expecting ( Read more... )

 I can now prove to you that I am completely justified in calling my Early Morning Depression prof  "Prof Cocksucker":

Tuesday while we were discussing If He Hollers Let Him Go by Chester Himes (which is a great book, by the way, and I recommend it wholeheartedly), he referenced a movie that recently came out, Before the Devil Knows You're Dead.  He ( Read more... )

 I woke up with a horrific migraine that I tried to sleep off for most of the morning.

Instead, I threw up twice.

Yay.

Anyway.  My mommy now has it in her head to take me to the doctor for it, which would be a glorious waste of time (and money), in my opinion, because this is what usually happens:

Me: So?

Doctor: You have migraines.

Me: Yeah I know.

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 Dear Florida Department of Transportation:

Why do you have to shut down 4 of the lanes at the Bird Road toll all this week (except the fucking weekend)?  Isn't it enough for you that the 826 and I-95 suck ass to drive on?  Why do you want to ruin the Turnpike for me too?

Stop being such a dick.  Or I'll hurt you.  A lot.

Yours,

The Hack

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I hate FU.

I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE FU.

I went to be advised, and learned I'd have to take a bunch of shit over again because I didn't have enough upper division credit, because apparently I need 30 hours but no one bothered to bring this to my attention when it would have made a difference--i.e., THREE FUCKING YEARS AGO WHEN I STARTED TAKING ( Read more... )