angelgazing
04 December 2010 @ 01:37 pm
my frustrations, let me show you them:  
Dear Professor Asshole Dick Face,

I know English is not your first language, so I'd like to let you know, for the record, that "you will need to be able to do this in order to be successful in this course" != "You will really only use this in the next level of this course."

Also, I learned != from [livejournal.com profile] musesfool so your record for teaching me absolutely nothing about programming is still flawless.

I cannot think of a painful enough way for you to die.

No love,
Nichole


Also, now I am seriously, seriously going to be late for work. But jesus the lack of caring I have for that just cannot be textually rendered.

Feel free to, you know, spam my inbox. No, not Professor Asshole Dick Face, you. Yes, you. Spam my inbox! IDK with what! Poetry, jokes, funny stories, um, FILLS FOR THE CUDDLING MEME? (Which, ahhh have you all read the fills? You should. You really should.) I've had a terrible two days, I need some fucking cuddling. And I don't get off work until like, midnight.

*whines forever*
 
 
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