wanted: zombie with good appetite
Jan. 2nd, 2003 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingDear Mr. Grey,
What the fuck is your problem?
Seriously.
I don't jab sharp objects in my ears. I don't drown you in noxious chemicals. I don't beat your casing on walls or desks. So you get a little stressed out once and awhile...who's fault is THAT, hmmm?
One day of happiness is not enough. This quivering pile of un-confident goo that you're making me is disgusting you. So the fist and I have decided that you best get it together or we're going to kick your ass after school. Do you even have an ass? You kind of look like an ass. A really wrinkly, gelatinous ass.
I mean, christ, if you need more caffeine, just fucking say so, ya twitching mass of bitch. But you KNOW that's just a quick fix, and that's not just my fingers talking.
And NO, we CAN'T go home and take a nap.
Sincerely,
Your host.
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What the fuck is your problem?
Seriously.
I don't jab sharp objects in my ears. I don't drown you in noxious chemicals. I don't beat your casing on walls or desks. So you get a little stressed out once and awhile...who's fault is THAT, hmmm?
One day of happiness is not enough. This quivering pile of un-confident goo that you're making me is disgusting you. So the fist and I have decided that you best get it together or we're going to kick your ass after school. Do you even have an ass? You kind of look like an ass. A really wrinkly, gelatinous ass.
I mean, christ, if you need more caffeine, just fucking say so, ya twitching mass of bitch. But you KNOW that's just a quick fix, and that's not just my fingers talking.
And NO, we CAN'T go home and take a nap.
Sincerely,
Your host.
**
