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Sunday, July 10, 2005

damn you asshole. is a little bit of consideration that hard to get? i mean, yar i'm sorry if i'm delaying sending the fucking thing to you, but could you at least be online during the time i'm supposed to send it. you know, that way, maybe you could at least inform me earlier if anything gets screwed up? you're not the only one that can go out you know. and please. refer to the tables. what fucking tables. in case you didn't notice, that fucking html file you attached had no fucking thing in it. i'm sorry if i'm not exactly the most efficient person on this earth but then again, you aren't exactly considerate either. fine. it's all my fucking fault, blame it on me then. if we fail it, complain to her. and in case you didn't notice either, most of the stuff this time round was, ' oh, we'll give these stuff for her to do and let's just tell her that she needs to do it without asking her whether she's okay with it at all.' and please, the way you tell me that i have to do it, it's as if you're expecting me to be... argh. nevermind. i doubt you'll read this anyway so i guess there's no point. just need to get it out. damn you asshole. i bet even if you happened to read this, you wouldn't know that it's you i'm talking about here anyway. argh. why am i even bothering.



























































































































screw all those pts. i'm just going to fail this year without giving a fucking care. and i have half the mind to unplug the internet connection and stop all the phones so that people like them have no choice but to tell me when they need me to do something. that'll show them. i'm royally pissed.

dusted at 9:25 PM
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