A leftover rant from yesterday at work
Jan. 8th, 2004 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosDear asshat,
Everybody does not know your fucking address, so stop sounding so damn condescending when you give it to me over the phone. Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, the guy who made the saddle, the chick who fed it apples, and the little girl who braided its goddamn mane. Grrr.
Sincerely,
Me
EDIT: Is it wrong that I think I'm going to rewrite the novel I'm working on backwards just so I can write the fight scenes first? Or maybe it's just that I want to torture some characters before the weekend's over.
Everybody does not know your fucking address, so stop sounding so damn condescending when you give it to me over the phone. Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, the guy who made the saddle, the chick who fed it apples, and the little girl who braided its goddamn mane. Grrr.
Sincerely,
Me
EDIT: Is it wrong that I think I'm going to rewrite the novel I'm working on backwards just so I can write the fight scenes first? Or maybe it's just that I want to torture some characters before the weekend's over.
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Date: 2004-01-08 07:24 am (UTC)As long as the book makes sense?
Date: 2004-01-08 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-08 10:00 am (UTC)